vin said anxiously. “Anything contagious, I mean?”
“No, I’m just trying to signal for one of the salesmen.”
“Oh.”
The Djin floated a few feet higher to peer toward the cash
register.
“It doesn’t seem to be working.”
“I can see that, Kalvin. The question is, what will?”
We waited a few more moments and watched the salesmen
in their discussion.
“Maybe you should go over there,” the Djin suggested
at last.
It seemed strange to pursue a salesman to get him to take
my money, but lacking a better idea I wandered over to the
sales counter.
. . . And stood there.
The salesmen finished their discussion of sports and
started on dirty jokes.
. . . And stood there.
Then the subject was the relative merits of the women
they were dating. It might have been interesting, not to
mention instructional, if I hadn’t been getting so annoyed.
“Do you get the feeling I’m not the only one who’s
invisible?” Kalvin muttered sarcastically.
When a Djin who’s used to sitting in a bottle for years
starts getting impatient, I figure I’m justified in taking action.
44 Robert Asprin
“Excuse me,” I said firmly, breaking into the conversa-
tion. “I’d like to look at that bag over there? The small
magik one in green canvas?”
“Go ahead,” one of the salesmen shrugged and returned
to his conversation.
I stood there for a few more moments in sheer disbelief,
then turned and marched back over to the bag.
“Now you’re starting to move like a Pervect,” the Djin
observed.
“I don’t care,’-‘ I snarled. “And that’s Pervert! I’ve tried
to be nice . . . didn’t want to mess up their display . . .