This weekend, the brick-and-mortar version of my wife's online store opened in the mall. Woohoo!
Now, I happened to be in the store yesterday, and I fell into the habit of eavesdropping on passers-by. The cries of "Ohhhh!" and "Awwww!" as they see the giant posters in the window of the cute kids, then come in.
Along walks a pregnant lady, her young son, and his grandmother. Can you say target market?
"Oh, look, a new store!" says sweet, lovable grandma as she slows down her pace.
Pregnant lady barely pauses, glances in, and snaps "It's cheap quality clothes." and walks on.
Excuse me? What? Trust me, I am well experienced with the hormonal rage that can build up inside a pregnant lady, or maybe you just wanted to leave the mall, but screw you.
Come in, look at the product, listen to my wife's factoids about how this line is made in the lululemon factory in BC and how all our products are made by Canadian companies. Touch the organic pyjamas and the fleece-lined change pads. Then I dare you to tell me the product is crap.
Hopefully grandma will come back and shop, then mom will be all "Oh, wow, where did you get this awesome stuff?"
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At first I read it to be "It's cheap, quality cloths" meaning the clothes are good quality and cheap. And I couldn't figure out what you were complaining about. Then I read it again without the comma (Lynn Truss or whatever her name is would be proud that I can spot the difference) and realized, hey, that lady's slammin' the store. Okay, you can be angry.
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