Adam K: If only my job was to hunt for LPs and then listen to them in a store and then
harass people when they want to buy OUR records... hmmmm... I wonder how we could manage that???
Adam M: The easiest way to manage it is probably a suicide pact. When the store goes under, we go under too. Then we don't ever have to worry about profits or success and can focus on basically having a storage/display room with regular business hours. And pancakes.
Adam K: Just show me where to sign and I'm in. It could totally just be the display room for the wacked out thrift store stuff that we deem to be priceless while the rest of the world deems it to be useless. I wonder what kind of syrup our customer's will desire? Pure Maple? Aunt Jemima? We'll probably have to have scheduled taste tests.
Adam M: I think offering that kind of choice goes completely against the nature of our store. They will eat what we tell them to eat. And they will pay us handsomely for it. It just occurred to me another great benefit of having pancakes in the store. We encourage the eaters to browse the store, and then charge them out the ass when they get their syrupy hands all over our records. "You got syrup on that record, you have to buy it. And that record is like forty dollars. Maybe more by the time we get it up to the register."
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