Post by pierce on May 11, 2016 19:09:14 GMT -5
It'd been a supremely crazy week at Wax and Waves, and even that wasn't coming close to describing it. Perla was having a hard time catching up with herself when she tried to timeline it all. She had to pretty quickly in the police report but now after all the dust had settled and things were more or less normalized... it was all some frantic blur. The shop just finished with some righteous cosmetic repairs to the exterior and interior, renovations to attract more clientele. It looked so awesome! It still did now, though the exterior eye catchers were subtracted in their disrepair. Some installments on the inside as well had taken a malicious beating, but they were quick fixes. Since her father was out of the country on an important surf tour, Perla could say for herself that she had single-handed survived the lot of it. The construction, the break in, and the aftermath that ensued. She really made it through their first ever break in - and though she would've preferred that there hadn't been one at all, she was proud of herself for being able to keep afloat.
The completion of the projects at the beginning of the week left the shop totally disorganized, so Perla had the bright idea to have Jack over by Friday to help her get it all catalogued and fixed nice and looking snappy. But that Tuesday night some masked-up assholes had to break in and trash the place, stealing 300 bucks plus however much in merchandise. Seemed like they were more drawn to the pipes, paraphernalia, and related materials - choosing to ransack that whole section instead of splurging their five finger discounts on their main export. For that, Perla was so thankful. They were dumb enough to overlook the highly valuable surfboards and boarding equipment, leaving it all behind in lieu of that which they could immediately use among themselves. Granted, the boards would've been easier to trace, so maybe they weren't all that dumb.
Oh well, all that mattered to Perla now was that shit like that wouldn't happen again. She hoped it wouldn't at least, hoped whoever made short work of the store would just let it alone from now on. That Friday's reopening was busy as hell, with curious and concerned customers mixed and mingled with carpenters buzzing around like crazy making repairs. But by the time closing came their work and the day's profits definitely showed. It was cool to see how sympathetic everyone was, a really encouraging thing to behold. Now with everyone gone and the shop quiet, it was as if no such break in even happened. Perla knew her dad would be so stoked to hear the good news - they were back on their feet and in record time thanks to everyone they knew. Good buds that weren't hesitant to lend a few hands in when shit hit the fan weren't as hard to come by as it might've seemed when Arnie first started the independent business venture. He had to be convinced to stay in Costa Rica and finish his tour when Perla first broke the news to him, but she knew this good news would have him extra proud of her for hanging in there.
Perla shuffled around the place, still not satisfied by the hasty placement of everything as she went upstairs and reached for her phone to call the A-man and tell him that everything was going to be smooth sailing... that there was still measurements to be done for the display window but that it was boarded solid, that the police still had no leads, but that it'd all be taken care of by the time he returned. There in her notifications she found a text waiting for her from Jack. Shit, shit, shit! She completely forgot that call she made to him, it seemed like weeks ago with everything that had been going on. Perla made a quick response and sent it in a hurry, scrambling up a couple words in the process - but correcting them soon enough in a second text, generally welcoming his arrival and assuring him that there was plenty of work to be done!