Adding machine just jumped on my head from a top shelf.Â Ow. Wee paper roll unscrolled all over me and the floor. I think it’s just overeager about month-end.
Some nice folks came in and bought some gear today. They said they’d found a single business card lying in a lonely parking lot in Chilliwack a while back, and that’s how they’d found out about the store. I’d never thought about that method of advertising, honestly.Â Now I wonder.
Hullo, claustrophobic lady who was looking for a hybrid (full face where all the chin stuff and visor can be shoved up temporarily so you can kiss your honey or talk to a cop or eat ice cream), I now have one in silver, size medium.
Thanks to good friend and part-time store-minder River Tucker for giving me a hand yesterday to re-organize the store to fit in the new rack for the new stuff coming in!Â Drop in and tell me what you think.
Running a store catering to motorcycle riders is like running a whorehouse — a fair percentage of the time you can hear your customers coming.
Dropped the 3-hole punch & bottom came off. Confetti everywhere. Fuck it. I’ll tell everyone who comes in that there’s been a wedding.