Where'd my closet go?
I've decided cute stupid blurbs are kinda fun, even it it's late at night andI don't get the personalities right. *grumbles at Jenny for pointing that out* Oh well. Meet Mrs. Foder-Char! She did not have a name until now! I found this name in a book close by me wtih lots of quotes from normal people. :D
The ending is stupid, but oh well.
Martha Glover had been an accountant for 33 years and employeed to Professor Thomas "Membrane" Burrow for ten of those years. She was familiar with the family and she probably knew more about it than any of them would be completely comfortable with, but she kept it to herself. Her job was not to make comment. Her job was to manage the accounts of the business and the Professor's family. It was a very good paying job.
Her biggest problem with the family was the children, of course. They always seemed to call her for money for the strangest things. Well, the daughter's were the strangest, but the son had recently begun to invest in very peculiar things.
What would a 15 year old boy want with the library of a used nonfiction book store that was going out of business? Mostly he just asked for extra money on the grocery bill. This made sense to her. She had taken care of two boys of her own and during their puberty, she had a hard time keeping her cabinets stocked as well. But a library?
But mostly they communicated by phone or through the office. So she was surprised when, on a fine day in June she took off for a simple break, her doorbell rang and she opened it up to find the Professor's son, in a pair of dress slacks and an untucked button-up shirt, on her doorstep.
She had not even been aware he had known where she lived.
He looked a bit breathless. She checked the time. 8 in the morning. She looked at him.
"Mr. Membrane, what are you-?"
"My friends burned all my clothes."
Martha stared at him. "Burned?"
"Yeah."
"They burned them."
"Yeah, with propane. It was awesome, except that it was, you know, my clothes."
She just gaped.
"Look, I know it's your day off and all, but I kinda need some money to buy more clothes. And this budget needs to be a big bigger than the last one because Alex - she's the one who did most of the burning, even though Zim helped, the bastard - Alex said that I need to get some decent stuff or she'll do it again."
"Your friends ganged up on you to tell you that your style sucked."
"I guess you could put it that way."
Good for them, Martha thought, though she wasn't about to say that to Dib. "Why didn't they just put you on 'What Not To Wear'?"
Dib sighed and rubbed his temples. "Do you have any idea what Dad's publicist would do if I ended up on that show?"
"No, please enlighten me."
"He would eat me. He would feed me to his grandchildren. He tie me to a cement block and push me off of Niagra Falls. Okay?"
With a sigh, Mrs. Glover looked at the boy up and down and said, "Let me see what I can do." And then she shut the door on him. Well, it was a nice day out, he wouldn't die from the elements.
Ten minutes later, she poked her head out to see if he was still there. He was, a picture of dejection and messy hair, sitting on her stoop. He looked at her when she opened the door.
"Are your friends shopping with you?"
"Probably."
"You have $50,000. Do not disappoint your publicist."
His mouth dropped open and she closed the door and locked it before he could comment.
She had met at least one of his friends. The girl with dark hair and ridiculously long name. She seemed the type to burn wardrobes. She also seemed the type to make sure she never had to do it again.
And to appreciate designer clothing and it's quirks. But anything above 50 grand was pushing it.
Marth Glover smiled to herself. It was not often she was able to truly sit back and think about how awesome her job was, but this was a good moment.
I bet YOU all wish you had a budget like that for YOUR clothes. I just have this scene in my head of Dib bursting through these big glass double doors all high and mighty (acting the part, of course. He's learned a lot about high society) while these fashion consultants are like, "WTF Dib Membrane. He doesn't DO style." And him being like, "Don't care. What have you got for me?" And this one consultant taking full advantage of the situation and being like, "I haave waited for this day ever since you first his puberty."
Of course, that would never happen. It would be more like Alex dragging him into Coach or Armani (sp?) and being like, "THIS BOY NEEDS HELP AND HE OFFERS $50,000 TO ANYONE WHO CAN MANAGE." and everyone being like, "YES!" and Dib muttering, "Dear God, shoot me now. IT'S JUST CLOTHES." And ZIm will be in the background not actually saying anything but thinking, "Finally."
I just watched "The Devil Wears Prada" so I'm a bit crazy right now. Excuse me. >__>;
*runs away*