RHU, how you doin’? I wanted to share another crazy story from the gift store. As I mentioned previously, I got the opportunity to open a new store in an affluent area of the city which was exciting. The great news is that it’s a really chill area full of cute boutiques, locals, and tourists. The bad news is that my company took over the space from another business that had been there for over fifty years. Here’s how it went down.
The original business used to be a General Store that catered to the locals and had a loyal following. Then another corporate General Store came into town and ran the original business into closing its doors after nearly five decades. Not to worry, the owners of the General Store took all their loyal customers and joined with another competitor down the street right across from the corporate one. Oh, the stories those employees must have from those two places! I would love to be a fly on the wall to see that!
Anyhoo, our gift store came in the middle of the controversy which divided the community. Half welcomed us, and the other half want to burn us in effigy but we manage to keep on trucking. Now being a small little privately owned business, we sell products that are affordable to bit a high end especially in the area where we’re located. Just to give you a feel, some of the pricier boutiques sell stuff Big Fancy and Needless Mark-up would sell from $500 belts to $1000 dresses so our price points fall right in the middle.
Now our store is clean, brand new with fixtures, lighting, and nice organized spaces and we sell nice gift items from apparel to greeting cards. Cue two snooty local ladies who came in to check out the place.
After going through our casual wear and dresses, trying on a couple dresses, and leaving a mess on the rack, they leave with an arrogant attitude which catches my attention when I overhear one of them make a snide comment.
“Yuck, this place reminds me of a T. J. Maxx,” one of the snooty ladies says. “There’s nothing here that’s special.”
I do everything to hold back my tongue as they leave. First of all bitch! That maxi-dress you dropped on our floor costs $50 and of great quality. We don’t give away our clothes and second of all, how would know T. J. Maxx unless you shopped at one? Did your rich bitch behind ever bravely go into a discount store? Take your overinflated ego and shop somewhere else. Your business is not appreciated here!
Uggh, RHU! When will we stop being the redheaded stepchild?