With that said, the woman that ran the place was often cranky and occasionally rude and combative. She always gave me the impression that she thought she had done you a great favor just by letting you enter the shop. The cigar selection was weak, service was lousy. It was one of those places where they chase you into the humidor and demand to know what you are looking for instead of just asking if you want help and then letting you scan the shelves to see what's available. She'd hang on your shoulder, snorting disgust that you were spending more than 30 seconds picking out what you wanted. I think she thought there was a gang of overweight old men who were out to make their fortunes by stealing her cigars one at a time.
Ok, so I'm not sorry it closed but, I do feel bad that it was probably her dream to run the shop and she didn't make it. WTF is wrong with me? Try to keep your answers from being too nasty, I'm feeling very sensitive and vulnerable right now. 👻
Sounds like she was stuck with it and didn't care one way or the other to me.
Pliny, you're right too. For all I know she could have discovered she hated running the place and is glad to see it gone. Still, I gotta believe she had high hopes for the place or why would she bother?
rumraider wrote:
or she wanted your sex,,,
wheelrite wrote:
You sayin her cigars weren't satisfying?
never dip your pen in company ink...
