[Cali-ness]
Last week we popped into Container Store to pick up a few items. At the time I couldn't explain why I was so excited to my brother as I made him pull over. I gasped when I saw the store, and tugged at his shirtsleeve. (His response was something like," We're just buying hangers. No need to get so excited. Relaaax.") NOW I remember Hovanec had previously sent me the URL, and then I had asked for a catalog. (It was nice. Drooling was involved.)
We go in. I marvel at the sheer enormity of the space. He shrugs his indifference. He redirects me to the appropriate hanger aisle. There is an entire w a l l filled with standard plastic hanger; in at least 6 six colors. I jabber. He still doesn't get it. I make my selection and we proceed to the register (which has more square feet than my first studio apartment). Since I was still grunting like a seal at that point, Charlie responded to the cashier's question.
She asked," How many?"
Charlie," Twenty."
Get this: She smiles and rings us up. She does not treat us like common criminals, nor does she even make the motion of counting the hangers herself.
I find this fascinating.
posted by irene @ 9/23/2002 11:22:00 PM
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