Sometimes when you turn the other cheek you just want to fart!

Yesterday we had a great customer who took us back to how we made the store work in the first place. This woman came in with her husband who insisted that she go out to get herself some clothes. She hated to spend money on herself as she was a caretaker for family members but he insisted that she go out and spend some time and money on herself. He wanted to take her to the city but she remembered shopping with us two years ago and always wanted to come back. So they did.

Now I came out of the back to talk to the husband. That is what I used to do all the time but it got away from me a little because I have been so busy with other things. Anyway they were there for the long haul. Four hours worth. About half way in the wife goes to her husband "You should go out for a beer." But he didn't want to leave her so we went and got beers from the bodega next door. When game back the wives went "Hey where's our beer." So it was beer all around while they were shopping.

Now these guys were your typical new types to Brooklyn. They had a lot of dough and own a building in Park Slope. And they love the new trendy restaurants. In fact they were talking about how much they love "Prime Meats" which is a German style restaurant on Court St. They server all of Allies favorite dishes that I bet she remembers as a child. They even put out a sidewalk cafe in the warm weather.

Now I went into my normal song and dance about how there are two types of places. The trendy new person place and the regular guy place that normal people go where it costs a lot less and you get a lot more food. He was naming his favorite joints and one after another were yuppie scum touristy traps. Which is fine for him. I don't begrudge him his success and he was a very nice guy and his wife is a doll. I am so very grateful that they came to shop in my store. I just told him my story about "Prime Meats."

You see every Sunday as you leave Mass all of the old people walk up Court St and pass the rich elitist yuppie scum hipster douchebags who are eating brunch outside. They walk up the street to "Good Food" the Italian Salumeria and get the stuff you need to cook breakfast and dinner. You know. Eggs. Bacon. Bread. Milk. Tomatoes. Pasta. Basil. The works. They you carry it home and you cook it. I am right in there with the old ladies as we buy our stuff for Sunday dinner. It is a ritual. You go to church and then go home for Sunday dinner with the family. It is what you do.

But it is not for everybody. I get it. Some people want to just get the New York Times and have brunch at a cafe and mock the honest working people who don't have their advantages in life. These scumbags are uniformly big time liberals but have no friends of another race or ethnic origin. They don't even know the names of the people who serve them in the stores they go to in the neighborhood. That's their life. I leave it to them. I would rather try to be humble and acknowledge the people who help me every day with my shopping and getting and spending. The countermen at the deli. The mailman. The girl at the bakery. The dude at the hardware store. They deserve a Merry Christmas and maybe a couple of dollars. It can make a difference for them.

Just a thought on the week before Christmas.