It's Day #912 at Winter OR, and everyone is either hung over, calling the airlines to get an earlier flight or walking the halls in search of something new to touch or lick.
I'm sober and stuck until Saturday so I'm doing the other options.
Low an behold, something new! I come up on the very colorful big-time global company exhibit and ask, "Hey, can I look at the shoes," to no one in particular, and all I got was six blank stares. Maybe I accidentally asked the question in Chinese. Odd. I don't know Chinese.
Having been raised to make my own way in the world (mom and dad asked me to leave home a few years early, truth be known) I walk up to the door, aka The Barrier For People Who Aren't Official Retailers, and, keeping with my "NOIP" m.o. (No One In Particular modus operandi), ask the nearest gal if I can come in. It was a simple question to a very simple need. Can...I....look...at...your...goofy...shoes?
She lets me in but it wasn't exactly the warmest welcome. *insert silence*
"I don't know if I'm allowed to do this. I mean, I'm not the one to authorize this. She is (pointing to managerial-looking gal)."
That's when MLG comes over and gives me the biggest fake smile in the entire world WHILE AT THE SAME TIME gesturing toward The Barrier For People Who Aren't Official Retailers. Though numb from days of drinking low alcohol content beer in Salt Lake City, I take a stab in the dark and presume she wants me to leave. Ding, ding, ding. We have a weiner!
"We need to be careful about people coming in and copying our styles," she said with that smile I now want to...
"Uh, I'm from Beyond Clothing. We make jackets. And pants. No shoes."
And that's when the door hit me in the ass. It's okay. I understand why some companies only authorize retailers (hence the theme of the show) back into their new line of goods. It was right then and there I made two mental notes:
1) Blog it.
2) Go buy a pair of the new
Kayland Dragonfly eVent trailrunners. Boo ya!
Ah, which shoe company was it? Beyond ain't here at OR to make enemies. It's a small world. And I just started this job....so email me and I'll tell.
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