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Re: PARTIAL FILL: GEN Assumptions 2/6

[(Anonymous)]

Matt had made the mistake of taking his jacket off during his meeting, so now he knew that his shirt, his only clean dress shirt at the moment, did still have a bloodstain on the back. There was one menswear shop between his meeting and the courthouse. He should have had just enough time to buy a replacement shirt.

He hadn’t counted on just how petty store clerks could be in fancy shops.

A bell rang when he opened the door. Matt could tell it was the recorded sound of a chime somewhere, not a real bell. He could hear a store employee straightening clothes and walking around the store, so he waited a moment for his attention.

Several minutes later, Matt decided he would have to speak up, “Excuse me, is there someone here who could help me? I’m hoping this is Jones’ Jackets?”

Matt could hear the employee’s heartbeat speed up, seeming guilty. Had he been hoping Matt would just leave if he didn’t greet him? Gently swinging his cane, Matt walked over to the part of the store the employee was working in.

The clerk stopped pretending to fold and talked to Matt, “What do you need?”

“To buy a men’s shirt.”

“And?”

“And I was hoping you could give me some to choose from. Ideally in the same color as the one I’m wearing.”

“Shirts are over there.”

“Since I am blind and I doubt very much your stock is labelled in Braille, could you please find the shirts I need?” Matt described the size, style, and material he was looking for.

“You’re going to make me get you a bunch of shirts and then what? Are you going to make me help you try them on? You’re a blind guy. You can’t afford the shit here, so why should I waste my time with you?”

Matt was shocked at the bald-faced admission that this store didn’t want his custom. He was sad to realize that he wasn't really shocked that the salesperson felt that way, just that he was willing to admit it.

“I don’t suppose I could speak to your manager?”

“Not fucking likely. Anyways he’s on break.”

Lips thin, Matt persisted, “That’s fine. Could I have your name, or will I need to take a photo of you with my phone to identify you for the lawsuit against this store?”

“Whatever.”

Matt took out his phone and, as threatened, took several photos of the clerk. Well, he probably took several photos of the clerk. He was pretty good at aiming the phone camera close up at signs when he wanted the app to read them out loud, but he hadn’t exactly practiced portraiture.

At this point the salesperson started screaming, “What the fuck? Get out of this store you fucking crazy!”

Matt stood calmly, and switched his phone from picture to video mode. “I am now recording our conversation. You would like me to leave?”

“Fuck, yeah, I want you to get out.”



At this point someone came in from the back room smelling of e-cigarettes and strong coffee. “Sam, is there some sort of problem?”

“No, Mr. Jones, this tramp was just leaving.”

Matt listened as Mr. Jones, presumably the manager, spent a quiet moment taking everything in. Then Matt remembered the recording.

“Mr. Jones, I am informing you that I am recording this encounter.”

Mr. Jones walked forward and stopped between Sam and Matt, “I’m sorry you feel the need to record us, Mr…”

“Matthew Murdock, Esquire. Partner at Nelson and Murdock.”

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Murdock?”

Matt decided he would just have to keep his jacket on at the courthouse. “I came in for a new shirt, but at this point I have no interest in purchasing anything at this establishment. I strongly urge you to train your employees more carefully before you find yourself buried in lawsuits.”

Matt turned off his phone and left the store. After the door closed he heard frantic conversation between Sam and Mr. Jones. “You said to ask people to leave if they weren’t the right clientele!” “Did you look at his clothes, Sam? We don’t even sell suits that expensive... What sort of idiot are you?”

Re: PARTIAL FILL: GEN Assumptions 2/6

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Full work now on AO3- http://archiveofourown.org/works/4270086?view_full_work=true