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View The Colored Glass As Half Full Before It Becomes Half Empty
CONTENT WARNING: Death
I ran a large antique store in the mall back in the ’90s and every week this older couple would come in. The Mrs. collected colored glass and patterned glass, and the old man liked his tools.
She was sweet, and he was the crankiest old curmudgeon ever, always condescending toward her over her $20 – $30 dollar purchase of ‘worthless crap’ while he could easily spend $100 or two on tools. He was a complete a**, each and every time they came in together.
This went on for a couple of years, and then one week they stopped coming in.
A couple of months later, he came in alone and I could sense something wasn’t right with him.
His wife had passed.
He spent a few hours in the store (it was large), looking at, picking up, and inspecting – not tools, but colored glass.
He walked out of there with over $100 worth that day and came back every week for a couple of years to buy more until we lost the lease on the place.
It must have somehow given him comfort, and he was no longer the a** that he started out as.
Carl Premium Member 5 days ago
Doesn’t that sum up 95% of the economy?
Yakety Sax 5 days ago
View The Colored Glass As Half Full Before It Becomes Half Empty
CONTENT WARNING: Death
I ran a large antique store in the mall back in the ’90s and every week this older couple would come in. The Mrs. collected colored glass and patterned glass, and the old man liked his tools.
She was sweet, and he was the crankiest old curmudgeon ever, always condescending toward her over her $20 – $30 dollar purchase of ‘worthless crap’ while he could easily spend $100 or two on tools. He was a complete a**, each and every time they came in together.
This went on for a couple of years, and then one week they stopped coming in.
A couple of months later, he came in alone and I could sense something wasn’t right with him.
His wife had passed.
He spent a few hours in the store (it was large), looking at, picking up, and inspecting – not tools, but colored glass.
He walked out of there with over $100 worth that day and came back every week for a couple of years to buy more until we lost the lease on the place.
It must have somehow given him comfort, and he was no longer the a** that he started out as.