jazz

stories of me and people.

A man comes up to me and asks if my shop sells any "ordinary" buckets. Its seems he'd seen our buckets but thought them to be too "fancy". I say to the man "Well lets go have a look". I showed him our "ordinary" buckets but he shook his head and with crinkled brow said "No no no, I want an "ORDINARY" bucket. I aked his what he thought ordinary was. He said "You know. Without a lid". Politly I informed him that this bucket can be "ordinary" if you just removed the lid and for $2.95 he could throw the lid away if he really wanted. Scratching his head "Thats too fancy" he said and walked away in a huff. Strange but true.
I love the term "retail therapy". Working in retail I find the majority of customers need therapy. I'm sure they are perfectly normal human beings in the real world. But as soon as people entre a shop .....any shop they suddenly become blind, mute and cleptomaniacs.

Here is something fun. I love these guys. I met them busking and hung out for a while. They are super talented and really really nice aswell.

Its a little movie in Quicktime.

Handsom little devils

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