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Hard Sell, Soft Shell
Michael A. Chaney
It was morning and I had to get to work. My mom was drifting through fantasy
like a cinder in a snow globe. As I rummaged empty pockets by the back door, she
reminisced from the couch. It was the same old bullshithow my manager at the pet
store, Jenks, was smart just like my Daddy back when they were all in high school
together, only smarter, which means that Jenks didnt drop out like most of the ethereal
Daddy-Men she brought around. Their invisible presence clouded my life when better
weather was expected. It annoyed me more than the coppery ruins of the kitchen sink,
cakes of it detaching with each ponderous faucet drop. Why didnt the phantom daddies
do something about that? Whats the use of having them around rhetorically holding me
up if they cant even fix a faucet? All they ever did was fill up Moms talking. Reveries
brought to you by disability checks, generic anti-depressants, and precious regret.
When I came to the end of the diatribe in my head, I was still late, having spent
the last five minutes confirming the color and texture of the lint ticking up the pocket tips
of every coat and jacket in the mudroom. Mom was still inventing a backstory for
JenksGods goddamned gift to animals.
Jenks is a jackass, I said. All he does is talk a bunch of shit nobody cares
about. I said this part adagio. People come to buy feeder fish or to look at the displays.
Nobodys going to be convinced by some balding forty-year-old motor-mouth into
buying a two-thousand dollar python just cause he tells you how many teeth the average
adult has or how much the mother weighs when shes pregnant.
I stared at the hinge painted into the sponge wood of the doorframe. Like me, it
stayed in place more out of habit than hardware. I tapped my black sneaker, wishing they
were loafers so the soles would be satisfyingly percussive.
Mom didnt get the hint. I tapped and sighed and tapped some more. She kept
watching TV. I could hear violins and a throaty recitation of symptoms, sweating and
unusual dreams. What was she thinking? I only had this job for a week. How was I
supposed to take the bus over there, magic beans? Beer bottle caps? I wasnt exactly
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proud of being nineteen with a pet store job as the brightest (and only) star in my
professional night sky, but I wasnt going to grovel either. Plus, its not like I was the
only under-achiever in this neck of Middle Americas urban woods. Was Jenks coming
by to pick me up in his animal expert van, a roof-mounted gerbil bobble-heading its way
up the driveway? Hell no. That dweeb takes the bus, just like me.
Another voice from the TV, this one a woman, described the softness of skin
lucky enough to have whatever stupid moisturizer for sale rubbed into it. Mom was
settling in to ride the couch all day. It occurred to me that so was I in a different way.
Anyone whos ever done retail knows what its like to hand over your soul with a grin on
your face so fake you drool like an idiot while handing it over. The drool and the smile
are of ritual importance. They infuse the whole transaction with a touch of ceremony, one
of capitalisms many sacraments.
What the hell, Mom? A new car didnt come gratis with my Pets People shirt.
You know who you remind me of, she said, with all your smarty pants
complaining?
Let me guess. My Daddy?
No. Jenks. He was a real talker when we was kids. Just like you.
Can this real talker have bus fare, Mom? Im gonna be late.
By the time I got to work, business on the upstairs floor of Pets People wasthicker than usual, so I wasnt surprised to see lots of people gawking the fish tanks in the
basement. I was stuck down there for the day doing inventory and learning the ropes of
selling non-bird, non-mammal pets from Jenks. He was behind the counter, talking his
head off about the new turtles posing under the heat lamps in the terrarium like miniature
dinosaur super models. Thats it darling, thats it. Make love to the heat lamp. Good, now
hold that pose. Lovely, darling, lovely. Just like that. Dont move. And the silly, scaly,
salmonella-carrying little things would hold those poses for hours, which was fitting,
since thats how long Jenks could talk about them.
This pod is six months old, of course, the average tortoise of this variety lives
to about seventy or eighty, excuse me a moment, wont you? He thought he had to cut
things off with the yuppie couple politely, as if they were hanging on every word. You
could tell from their body language that they had accidentally fallen into his
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conversational prison, closing them in with musty facts and unwanted figures, weights
and ratios, dates and measures.
Russ, I need you at station one, he said.
Its Rusty, I said, though my reminders never took effect.
Well be busy today. All of this is a lead-in to Black Friday. Ive been saying this
would happen for years. Its a tipping point. An algorithm really. We could practically
work backwards on a calendar to derive the formula. His teeth showed when he
chuckled. His lower incisors were coffee beans. Anyways, people want to give pets as
presents, but they need us to work out the logistics for them. Its as if they dont know
they want a pet-present yet. Unconsciously, theyre here today for us to give them
permission to want a pet-present, you see? You remember what I taught you about the
aquariums for novice fish lovers?
Yeah sure, I said struggling to take it all seriously when he says things like fish
lovers. Mom said that I needed this job for more than the money. Without it Id stay in
my room reading those encyclopedias that smell like old garage and complaining about
that broken laptop I tinkered with endlessly but could not fix. Not much of a social life.
Its funny, meaning weird as hell, how much she worried about me not getting laid. Its
funnier and thankfully less weird that this scene of thoughtless instruction was all the
social life I typically got in a day at work. Masturbation and outdated entries on theSoviet Union would be more exciting but like the man says, we all gotta work.
And remember about the aquarium classes Thursday evenings? Jenks
pronounced Thursday, Thursdy.
I know. I said. Should I help customers or am I in class right now?
Look, Russ, its busy.
Its Rusty, I said.
Right. Rusty. Its busy. I dont want to have to tell Mr. John about your attitude
again.
I apologized but couldnt look Jenks in the face. If I were older, I would call the
owner John or Mr. Crucio not Mr. John. Mr. John sounds downright idiotic, shameless.
I ventured over to the fish as Jenks worked his way through the store, browsing
customers. I could tell he was trying to reclaim that escaped couple and remand them in
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his conversational custody, which was fine by me. I was here to get through the day, get
my money for the soundness of my wallet and the social life for the soundness of my soul
(and really for Moms peace of mind, I suppose, and shes been more worried about me
since her back went out than about her own situation and I wish she had had more kids so
I wouldnt be the only bulls eye on her spinning target wheel of guilt).
It occurred to me then that guilt worked a lot like sales. Im not comfortable with
a hard sell. If you ask me, thats how you blow the deal. Youve got to move slow. Watch
a while. See where the eyes go. How much are they willing to shell out? Look for signs.
Theres a science to it and Jenks had it all wrong. Id been studying people. He only ever
talked at them. The last thing I would do is blow the deal by letting my brain get in the
way of what other people wanted. Algorithms on a calendar? Why couldnt Jenks see
that? What snow globe scenes shook inside his head as he brandished verbal minutiae at
bored customers? Algorithms on a freaking calendar for Petes fucking sake.
The trick for me was to keep Jenks off my ass, bulldozing in to drone on about
Douglass fir shavings with eucalyptus in it, so much better than the same shit without it.
That always had the same result. By the time hed be about five sentences into his
monologue, customers would start looking at me imploringly, shifting from one foot to
the next, blaming me for the way Jenks abused every opportunity to say things like
sexual dimorphism in what only appeared to be a casual conversation about tortoises.And why not blame me? We both have the same blue polo shirt. Same tag where a name
goes that nobody cares to call us by. Were about the same height, too, so who cares
about technicalities like hes an old dumb ass and Im not or that hes got diarrhea of the
mouth and not me?He must be the boys father. Is this your boy? Hmm. Chip off the old
block, eh? Apples falling real close to brown-toothed, talkapocalypse trees, eh?
Whatever. People cant be bothered with nuance when theyre shopping. Thats why I
take it slow.
Three guys, my age but rich, were studying the beta fish. I shadowed them to
determine what they wanted. It soon became obvious that they were in college together. I
was about to intercept them at the Oscar tank, where they lingered, but that would have
been a mistakesomething Jenks would have done. It was the turtle pen by the counter
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that drew them, the creatures shell-glistening under the lamps as if freshly painted. I
watched and waited and then I made my move.
You guys wanna buy a turtle?
Maybe, said the tall one. How old are they?
Six weeks, I said, hearing Jenks in my head elaborating on the size of the head
relative to the diameter of the shell as a means of gauging the hatch date.
They sure do run fast, said a blond guy with an annoyingly perfect smile. I
thought turtles were supposed to be slow.
Yeah, I said. Jenks again: although technically a misconception, the proverbial
slowness of the turtle not only allows for a slower heart rate and a longer life, it also
allows them to reserve energy for bursts of quick movements as with all ectotherms.
Dude, said the third, what if you duct taped one to a bunch of helium balloons?
That would win the contest for sure.
The taller one elbowed him and let his eyes come to rest on me. They were
vampire brownso dark they drew what was human about the iris indistinguishably
toward what was not about the pupil. Jenks would have begun his speech on animal
cruelty at precisely that moment. He would have gotten all grandiose about pet store
workers being obligated reporters like social workers or EMTs in cases of domestic
abuse. But that kind of overreaction assumes the worst in people. I wasnt going to dothat. And just because Jenks was in my head, hunkered down and phantom-Daddy
furtivedidnt mean I had to give him control.
That would take a lot of helium balloons, I said and then chuckled.
The three puffed non-committal laughter. In the middle of the pen, the largest
turtle slowly turned to face us. It blinked resignedly and then looked away, curious in
slow motion about the sand beneath its right fore claw. That was when Mr. Bright Smile
turned to me and said, How many balloons do you think?
He was either joking, and I should have laughed right away, or he had a seriously
morbid disdain for turtles. And to a man with morbid disdain, everyone else is a turtle.
Either way, his pathologies had nothing to do with me. What bothered me as soon as he
said it was the automatic way I let another Jenksism slip: They averaged about seventy
grams at their last weigh in.
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Shit, then, he said, that wouldnt take many balloons at all. Not many at all.
The other one laughed. The tall one looked at me suspiciously. I feigned a sudden
interest in the shelf of dog toys behind me. With everything that had just been said, it was
difficult not to imagine the macabre possibilities of squeaky rubber chickens and T-bone
steaks while I was re-arranging them needlessly. How many of these could be wedged
into a poodles mouth? How about its ear? Things were taking on cartoonish dimensions
of mayhem in my mind.
The sound of their chittering laughter still at the turtle display behind me got
translated instantly in my brain into a tableaua group of them in letterman cardigans
atop a mountain of empty beer bottles with umlauts over the vowels (and not just on the
beer labels; maybe the cardigans, too); each one has a turtle in his hands rudely equipped
with a makeshift helmet and scarf, beer labels and origami no doubt the source of these
tiny props; the young men begin chanting something in Latin as their girlswearing
poodle skirts and tortoise shelled saddle shoeswheel out the helium canisters.
Say, Russ Jenks had that same robotic, chalky grin on his stubbly face that he
used when telling me to check the washrooms, which he pronounced as warsh rooms. His
eyes were like buttons sewn in the face, looking past you. I could have been anyone at
that moment doing anything, yet the impersonal way it made me feel came as a relief. I
was tired of vicariously launching duct-taped turtles into the stratosphere.Say, Russ?
Its Rusty.
Right, Rusty. Can I get your opinion on the new tarantula biome?
He walked me and his robotic grin over to the wall of arachnids, where at the very
bottom he had recently established a long terrarium of interconnected units that he alone
referred to as the biome. He insisted it was because it contained insects that the spiders
were not meant to consume. The rest of us had a hard time seeing metallic creatures, big
as orange shoes, as insects.
He whispered to me. Those boys. Are they going to purchase a turtle?
I did not want him to notice my disappointment. I did not have any opinions about
his stupid biome anyways.
I think they might. Why?
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Whatever you do, Russ, dont sell them any of those turtles.
Why not?
There was that grin again. Was his face peeling? Was the air so dry in here? Ive
dealt with the one young man before. He came in to buy a half dozen snakes a couple of
months back. I had my suspicions then, but Im settled on it now that it would be
unethical for us to sell love-worthy animals to a PA.
PA was store code for Potential Abuser. The love-worthy animal phrase was
Jenks code for Im a big fairy. All of it was just so stupid. Who cares who buys any of
these stupid animals? Wasnt the whole point to sell inventory, make money, transact
desired goods and products for desired returns? All of the rules and feelings were like the
factotums scrawled out in childish letters on handwritten notes that Jenks would slip to
customers buying a new cage for a parrot or a new hamster wheel:
The Macaw tends to outlive their human caregivers by at least three
decades. As you and Jimmy enjoy this bigger home, dont forget to think
about the home he should have for his golden years.
And from what I already knew about turtles, no amount of bullshit human care
would reflect the reality of their real life situation in the wild. I could just imagine my
Jenks note if I were to sell these college guys the turtles:
Remember Biffleburt Richbitcher the Third, as you and your new shelledbrothers enjoy toga parties in the sand strewn basement of your fraternity
house, turtles are left to hatch on their own along the sandy beaches or
muddy embankments of rivers and creeks, left to die or live or suffer as
they may, sometimes with only a few appendages intact after the otters,
snakes, foxes, owls, and even other turtles are through with them.
How love-worthy does that make the animal? Never mind that its the truth. Jenks would
rather chop off a hand than admit to the crueler facts of the matter.
I was thinking all of this while he stood there waiting for me to give answer. I
shrugged and said, If theyre PAs, I wont sell to them.
He sucked up his lower lip, as if about to rip it from his own face with his teeth,
chew it up, and swallow it down in front of me, along with my quiet derision, but he
clicked his tongue and walked briskly away.
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Maybe that was the moment. I dont know. Maybe things like that never come
down to moments. If they did, that would be it. Jenks could have threatened me again
with Mr. John. He could have insisted, pushing his talking onto me the way he did with
everyone all the time. But he just walked away, leaving it all to me.
The frat boys were still snickering at the turtle pen. I couldnt tell if it was
because of the overheard anthropological joke of service labor or the stupid turtles again.
I made a decision in an instant. I cleared my throat and said, You guys cant buy
any of the turtles today.
Why not? asked the tall one. There was menace in his dark eyes, a glare that
forgot momentarily about pet shops, frat houses, social contracts, and the long-term
consequences of an assault and battery. I thought about Frankie Swanger who grew up
down the street from me, a kid with preternaturally greasy hair, like he brushed it with
canola oil everyday. At that very moment Frankie was sweating out a stack of calendars
in a cell downstate for that exact charge. I could think of no one I grew up with who was
going to collegenever mind community collegebut THE college, their college, the
old one up on the hill. Whatever the reason, when I had to say something to dissuade
them from buying the turtles, it came out all wrong.
My manager doesnt want me to sell them to you guys.
Two spoke at once. Perfect Teeth suggested that Jenks have intercourse withhimself. The tall one asked politely if he could speak with Jenkss superior. I was
shocked by how equally automatic and expletive this latter request was.
I said, Mr. Crucio is behind the cashier station upstairs. Hes the owner.
And whats the name of your manager?
I could see Jenks waxing prolix by the spiders again, playing quiz show host for a
little girl who couldnt bend any further away from his pantomimed demonstration of the
jack-in-the-box spring of a tarantulas retractable claws without letting go of her fathers
hand.
Come on man, well make sure you dont get into any trouble, said the tall one.
I did not recognize the voice that slipped Jenkss name from between my lips. It
was deep chested, unsubtle. I half expected Jenks to turn in recognition, but he was on to
making demented beaver faces for the terrified little girl and her slightly amused father.
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No, I said. Its not that he wont sell them to you. Its that you also have to buy
the gear that goes along with them. The UV light, the terrarium, the proper
Yeah, but we got all that stuff already, whined the third one.
Thats what I mean, I said. If you dont get all that stuff here, my manager
wont let me sell them to you. Store policy.
An antique cosmic scale cartooned itself in my head. On one side was a broken
version of Jenks, unshaven and obese on a city bus without the fare, heading towards the
downtown bridge and calculating how many seconds into the free-fall he would remain
conscious. On the other side, those college girls with the poodle skirts and the helium
canisters were topless now and singing the refrain to the satanic Latin chanting like a pop
song, each of them fitting the worlds smallest anesthesia masks over the goggled faces
of their balloon-attached pilots of doom.
Okay, fine, said the tall one, pretending to smile. How much for everything?
All the turtles and the gear? How much?
I dont know. Probably close to five hundred dollars.
Well take it, he said.
See there. That wasnt so hard, was it? laughed the third one.
Jenks was crouching down by the cricket cage, explaining something to the little
girl, maybe about the crickets song played by the hind legs like a violin and its bow. Shelooked charmed by him and I knew that he could cage them in that rote performance for a
quarter of an hour.
You have a choice of pod sizes. The regulations require a gallon for every inch
of turtle
Well the pod for you Chauncy would be about a half a gallon then, eh? The
third one elbowed the blond with the teeth.
The tall one ignored them. Why dont you make the decisions for us. We really
do have a home for them already.
He pulled a credit card from his shirt pocket. No wallet. Thousands congealed
into plastic roaming free in a pocket like a stick of gum. I left my post to grab the boxes
they would need from the shelves. Although I could no longer see Jenks I could hear him.
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And so thats why they used to say that the locust swarms were controlled by
lunar forces of gravity. Thats the moon pulling on stuff here on planet earth on account
of it being so big and so close. Isnt that something? If something is really huge it pulls
on you like when you jump up and then you come down, thats the bigness of the earth
pulling you back to it.
But how does it pull me? asked the little girl.
The father interposed. So, what about the feeder bugs for our iguana?
Yes, sir. Right away sir.
I knew from experience that the first signs of exasperation are soon ignored by
Jenks, who then goes into a pathological mode of over-talking as if in apology for the
first wave of information. I had more than enough time to grab the large terrarium deluxe,
accouterments included, and I ripped open the top of it so that the individually boxed
turtles could go right inside. By the time I lugged the box back to the counter, Jenks was
repositioned by the cricket cage this time going into an extended dialogue about Disneys
gentleman cricket and how anatomically correct he is drawn, which had the girl
mesmerized and won him a few more minutes of grace from the father.
It was over six hundred dollars when the final barcode was lasered. The tall one
spun the card on the counter like a blackjack dealer, doing the math aloud. Thats less
than fifty bucks a brother.Cool. Thisll be cheaper than that time with the chickens.
The third one nudged the blond. Those were roosters, dipshit.
Whatever, man.
Whatever my ass, you lost close to five hundred bucks that time.
Whatever, said the blond again. This time will be different. I wont bet until
Im sure of a kill.
I also need a name and an address for our aftercare service, I said.
You do, or your manager does?
My manager does.
Fine. In that case, the names Buck. With a K. Dodgers. Thats D O D G E R S.
Very good. And the address is Twenty four and one half Century Boulevard.
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I wrote it all down and was surprised that I didnt break the pen in my hand. At
least, I had the forethought not to start typing what he said directly into the directory on
the computer. I would not have been able to take his smug reporting and the others like
demonic children snickering into cupped hands where cloven hooves should be.
They divided up the boxes among them to carry. The tall one took the receipt with
an unfriendly snatching gesture and they left. Jenks moved in with the father and
daughter trailing reluctantly behind him.
Whered the turtles go?
Good news, I said. Those young men bought the whole lot of them for their
fraternity house. They joined the after care program and everything. Even bought all the
supplies.
My words lit a wick attached to Jenkss face, which was more of a rough sketch
of his face made from sand and gun powder. He spoke desperately, quick and quiet, as if
he knew there were only a few seconds of civil conversation left before the explosion.
But Russ, I thought I told you about them
I know. I looked into it. They were animal-worthy. Trust me.
When the ignition happened, I realized that it was an implosive reaction, drawing
the world into it not with a bang and lights but with a snapping shut, a closing down. He
did not speak anymore to the father who could not be more pleased with thatarrangement. And afterwards, we saw more of Jenkss bald spot than his face for the rest
of the day. After my break, an hour or more later, Jenks was still funereal in his silence, a
deflated, dejected worm of a man who slogged his body around the aisles, saying as little
as possible to customers as a way of making me feel guilty about what I had done. His
entire demeanor had become a crooked finger wagging at me with an unexpectedly
reptilian twitch, the way the claws of a penguin strike you when you look at long enough
as more dinosaur than duck.
Near closing time I couldnt take his morose attitude anymore. I sympathized with
my mother for calling me Mopey Dopey that summer I didnt get into the enrichment
program. She said I should read the books on my own and not to feel sorry for myself and
maybe next year Id get in. I couldnt bring myself to admit that I had already read all the
books in an effort to improve my chances of getting in this time and that by next summer,
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Id be too changed by the resentment to even want to go, which turned out to be true,
unfortunately. But I knew what it must have been like for her to see me go through those
physical stages of extreme and utter disappointment looking at Jenks. I just couldnt take
it anymore.
I was dusting cans of dog food and he was at the counter organizing his after care
lists. Mr. Crucio had been down to give him a rousing speech about how strong their
sales were that day, which is what made me hide in the shelves. But I was done hiding
from him.
When he left, I said, So where did you learn so much about animals? My mom
says you went off to become a vet back in the day.
He stopped what he was doing but made no eye contact. Smiling to himself he
said, I came across a statistic the other day that said aside from male police officers of
major metropolitan departments, male medical professionals or those seeking degrees to
become a medical professional have the highest rate of suicide. And do you know which
fields in particular have the highest rates?
Why wouldnt you look at a person if youre asking them a question?
Dentists first and veterinarians second. What do you think of that?
I thought lots of things. Most still having to do with his unusual distance, the way
his voice and words were like a message coming to me over the PA system.Vet school, he said to himself. That is a good example of the way our
American verbal laziness results in funny confusions. Do you know how often it is that
receptionists at any VA hospital have to screen calls about dogs that have eaten a chicken
bone that splinters through the esophagus, making them cough up several pints of blood
or more with every attempt to swallow it down rupturing the tissue further?
Those guys checked out, I said, feeling accused.
Do you know the difference between the trauma of a vet and the trauma of a vet
school drop out? Nobody openly laughs at the first kind.
I could not think of anything to do to break the silence that followed so I kept
dusting the cans gloomily.
So they wanted them all except for this one, eh? Jenks spied a single turtle
whose nose peeked up through the hollow plastic branch wedged in the wood chips under
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the light. Why didnt they like you? Too smart for them probably. Hiding under the
chips. Youre a lucky duck, arent you? Russ, why dont you make sure this guy has the
right amount of foodtheres just him nowand prepare the cage for the night.
I was so relieved when he left. I rushed over to the enclosure to pick up the crafty
survivor, disobeying Jenkss rubber glove policy. A turtle is a treasure with legs. Muscle
memory at the tips of my fingers reminded me of an old cigar box I used for seashells and
movie ticket stubs. The belly of the turtle felt like the inside lining of that cigar box. On
the rim a cool smooth patch of hardened glue came up to a point so sharp I could use it to
swipe out the dirt from under my fingernails. It was the kind of point you could cut
yourself on if you shifted your weight too much, lured maybe by the smoothness, but
then pierced by the tip.
There was also a clipping in that box from a movie nobody saw with a lead actor
nobody liked, who always played the bumbling guy, usually in bit parts except for this
one bomb of a movie. That was the first celebrity my mother told me reminded her of my
dad. There would be many others after this one, but this was the first. I held onto the
image of this actor as an impulse, the way the infant fingers of all primates, all of them,
are prone to cling to the chest and belly fur of an assumed parentor even a stretch of
laundry twine as in the photographs of the experiment from the textbook I studied that
summer. What a strange surrogate a laundry line is. At least its a whole notch better thanthe parental infamy of the turtle. When the surf or season dictates, or when scared, alone,
drowning in self-pity, or just plain hungry, the turtle is known to wander back to the very
place where precious eggs were laid in the gentle warming of the sand, devouring its soft
succulent young, shell upon salted shell, until their soft little souls spool back up to turtle
heaven as if tethered there by helium balloons.