001://Rare Vinyls
It’s been a quiet week, quieter than usual; not that Denis was keeping track or anything. He knew that that there wasn’t much going on with Fête Nationale, seeing as almost everything was closed. While he knew from the previous year that it would’ve been a good idea to close the record shop and spend time with his daughter, he couldn’t help but to go down to the record shop and keep it open. It wasn’t Sunday, after all. The most he could do was take his daughter with him to the store and let her sit at the counter, letting her help him whenever he found busywork for her.
It wasn’t like the store was packed, so he wasn’t too pressed on if she could wander off; and even if she did, he knew the area well. Denis was confident that she’d be able to navigate her way around.
While he let Chloé sit up front, Denis took the opportunity to reorganise the records in the store, as the display he had called for a revamp. It’d gotten stale, and while he knew that it’d piss off the regulars who came on a weekly basis, Denis figured it was the best thing to do. The old way he organised things pissed him off immensely, being extremely scattered with just alphabetical order. Now, he was sorting not only by alphabetical order, but genre as well.
As he sat and organised the stock, he heard the door open and the bell ring. “Allô,” he called out, placing the disc in his hands down. “Je serai bientôt là,” he continued to finish the last of his organising, since he didn’t want to lose his place, “donc s'il te plaît attends-moi.” He was sure that whoever it was wasn’t a regular, seeing as they didn’t seem to call out to him as the regulars tended to do.
Denis figured that it was probably a tourist checking out his shop, trying to find some rare French vinyls, but it was better to greet them in French than English; besides, they might prefer the authentic French experience that Montréal provided—whatever the fuck that meant.
Once he was done with the section, he made his way to the front of the store. “T’as besoin d’aide?” He wasn’t much for formalities, anyone who walked through the store knew that. It was probably what differed him from the big chain stores, aside from the occasional rare vinyl and cassette that could be found at the store.