January 2, 2009
I have this longstanding habit. When I get stuck in a grocery store line, I pick up a tabloid and open to it's most lurid story and leave it open for other shoppers. I have no idea why I do this.
I went outside and saw another failed business. CheeZe Home. The owner/manager came outside, staring at me. I waved. He dialed on his cell phone. I walked to my car and got in. He acted like he was writing down my license plate number. I mean. Who am I? A retail spy for Stix N Stuff?
Labels: failed business, grocery stores, recession, tabloids, The Washington Post
3 Comments:
So who is that disgrace of a woman on the cover??
Phil? I read her name and still didn't know who she was.
You mean you are not a spy for Stix N Stuff? Gosh I thought you were. Silly me.
:)
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