Last night at MJ’s, Roy commented on the antisocial cranks who run Birkenstock stores. Apparently, there is even a pecking order, as the curmudgeon who owns the Roncesvalles shop told him he thought the downtown shoe guy was a real bastard. I’ve noticed this same phenomenon with the grumps who manage used book stores and yarn shops. Maybe it’s a judgmental thing: I certainly haven’t read all those books, and I’m really not an accomplished knitter. But it might have more to do with selling goods associated with particular tastes, like being the guy who wears socks with his Birkens.
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