Disclaimer: Still don't own Charmed.
A/n: So very, very random tonight. I was inspired by my own experiences here.
Tales of December
a story by Ryeloza
Sheila: December 16, 1987
"This is my favorite part of the holiday shopping season," said Regan. She leaned against the counter by the registers in a way that Sheila knew (even from her mere two weeks of working at the store) that she shouldn't be. The burst of people checking out had ended, so they had a few minutes to pick up the hangers and clothes around the desk.
"What is?" asked Sheila. She still felt shaky from the previous rush of people; yesterday had been her first on the register and it was surprisingly overwhelming.
"The husbands. I love watching them wander around. They all look so cute and helpless. A guy in a women's clothing store is like a person in a foreign country."
Sheila paused in mid-motion with the shirt she was hanging and looked at the man Regan was watching. He had two pairs of earrings in his hands and he was looking back and forth between them with an expression of complete consternation on his face. "Poor guy," said Sheila. "We should ask him if he needs help."
"And spoil the fun? I would pay to watch my husband do this."
Sheila shook her head. "When I get married I'll just give my husband a list."
"Oh, those guys are fun to watch too. They wander all over wondering if what they have in their hand matches their wife's description."
"You're horrible, Regan."
"You better marry someone really observant, Sheila."
Sheila threw a look over her shoulder at Regan as she approached the poor man with the earrings. Whoever she married, she hoped, wouldn't have the same troubles. "Can I help you?" she asked.