When you’re looking for last minute Halloween decor, Michael’s is the place to be. Out front were a stack of spooky lawn signs: Beware of Spirits. Not All Are As They Seem. Download Our App.
Though the candles are kept in the back, you can smell...
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When you’re looking for last minute Halloween decor, Michael’s is the place to be. Out front were a stack of spooky lawn signs: Beware of Spirits. Not All Are As They Seem. Download Our App.
Though the candles are kept in the back, you can smell the candied apple and ghoulish-grape scents right when the glass doors slide open.
Clara greeted me at the door. Her name was embroidered script on her red apron, on her head was a straw hat—hot glued Gerber daisies all around the rim. Her spearmint breath was the only thing to cut through the synthetic candle smell, “Hullo! Welcome..” she paused to drumroll her hands on her lap, “… to Michael’s!”
I handed her my list to-do’s, and before I knew it we were making laps around the store.
For the most part, she knew where to point me for what I needed: fake webs, black candles, crystal balls and plastic skeletons.. for me it was a smooth experience, but for Clara “Oh, this is not how I remember it!” this “That’s not right!” that, or “Mr. Michael’s would never let this happen for Easter season.
Before I knew it, I had everything I needed for my Seance themed birthday party.
When I went up to the counter I had to give a special shout out to Clara. I was feeling at ease until cashier’s face dropped and said “Who’s Clara?”