Well, howdy there internet peeps, especially those of you with "Known Peculuarities"
I often think back to the old Bard's tales, and when the young man was in love with Gwyneth Paltrow. Funny her being a woman playing a man to play a woman on stage when only men could act as women and had to wear dresses on stage.
But I digress.
The rumours of my demise by chili with pasta (the later being the wife's insistence) are greatly exaggerated. Just one of those days where I did my back exercises, assembled more orcs, and spent the day setting up a demo day later in Oct for a new game I'm getting into. Lots of Hobby, but no Trains.
I lined up a "vanguard" from the gaming company to come out and teach the game to any locals who show up. He's out of South Bend (home of Notre Dame university) about 2 hours away. He gets points in his vanguard program, and earns $$ toward gaming products by teaching the game to newbies.
So, on Friday I reached out to one local store that's feeling the pinch. Just an old store, not well maintained. They recently lost a good chunk of their clients to another store that wasn't focused on the miniature wargames. But the tables work for either RPGs, Board Games, or Miniature Wargames.
Well, old store manager still hadn't gotten back to me. I messaged the store's official page. I messaged the manager. I stopped in... and radio silence from them.
So I went to the nice new store.
"Sure, we'd love to have you. You're welcome to set up a game night, as well, if you get people interested enough to come in and play."
I give the old store another year at most. They just don't get the customer service side. I was trying to bring in a fairly new game, that I know some local players have purchased. They can have "special orders at a discount" on demo day, and make some $$, and have a new game group growing in their store, willing to spend $$. But, we're at the new store, the one with a coffee bar attached.
Been enjoying my teeter table. Up to 3+ minutes at the still shallowest angle, but I will say its arrival and use coincided with the uptick in my condition with Sciatica.
Today, the wife needed more noodles. So off to the italian place for good breadsticks.
The cat and I are chilling to some smooth jazz, with a bourbon cocktail at my elbow.
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