Bridget and I are not the best business people; we earnestly believe in trusting people first until they prove us wrong. This has mostly worked out for us because of the connections we make with people who come to the store. Usually, when you set out to treat people with the best of intentions, they reciprocate. Unlike what my younger, cynical self liked to believe about people, most people are not pieces of shit.
And then last week, we actually met the human equivalent of a skid mark on tightey whiteys. The
skid mark woman came in the form of an tall, imposing woman, spoke good English, is from Malaysia, runs an events and communications company, is named