On a recent trip into the garment district, I stopped into a store I have visited many times before, and at times, have had some mixed feelings about. True to my "if you don't have something nice to say..." philosophy, I won't make this post about that store, specifically. It has more to do with just a "Are there any rules in business anymore?" kinda feeling this encounter left me with.
This particular store has a small bin of leather scraps. I was looking through them, just out of curiosity. I found some very pretty matching scraps, which, with some creativity, could have been incorporated into some projects I have in my head. Now, the shape of these scraps did not disguise their journey. They were clearly just waste from a small factory, but... flip them over, and they were each marked with what were clearly OUTRAGEOUS prices, considering they clearly otherwise should have been trash.
So fine. Don't buy them, and move on... right? Why am I complaining?
Here's the thing. The staffer comes over to me, notes my sad adoration, and offers me the stack, at what would have been at least an 80% discount. Maybe he recognized me from past visits... maybe not.
In any case... WHAT????!!!!
And sadly, it is gonna take everything I've got not to just run there on Thursday and buy those scraps, even if the discount is less steep...
That shows you just how crazy I am... dreaming of trash!
Nevermind. I'm going back.
This particular store has a small bin of leather scraps. I was looking through them, just out of curiosity. I found some very pretty matching scraps, which, with some creativity, could have been incorporated into some projects I have in my head. Now, the shape of these scraps did not disguise their journey. They were clearly just waste from a small factory, but... flip them over, and they were each marked with what were clearly OUTRAGEOUS prices, considering they clearly otherwise should have been trash.
So fine. Don't buy them, and move on... right? Why am I complaining?
Here's the thing. The staffer comes over to me, notes my sad adoration, and offers me the stack, at what would have been at least an 80% discount. Maybe he recognized me from past visits... maybe not.
In any case... WHAT????!!!!
And sadly, it is gonna take everything I've got not to just run there on Thursday and buy those scraps, even if the discount is less steep...
That shows you just how crazy I am... dreaming of trash!
Nevermind. I'm going back.
