Not sold here, just yet
Advertising is supposed to convince the potential buyer that what is for sale is also needed. Or something simple, along those lines. Lately, I’ve noticed a lot of ads for a product that I could use… specifically, an overpriced shingle-sized piece of cedar, to be used to scrape my BBQ. I’m willing to buy one, despite the ridiculous price point, if I can find one for sale. Oh, I know, online, etc. I want to see the thing, if only once, before I store my bristling brush and go for the smoky sensation of a smoldering slab.
In to the big box hardware store, looking for one. Not sold here. Struck me as odd until I came across a comment from the manufacturer, where the admission that the company would love to sell in local bricks-and-mortar shops clarified. You can’t always sell where you want. (a nod to the Rolling Stones). I’m going to have to accept that my BBQ salvation will arrive in a mailing envelope.
Watching the snorts and giggles show from down south; the 139th annual Easter Egg Roll didn’t work as well, this year. The new kid in the mansion screwed up, logistically. I guess the “how to do my job” manual was a few pages short, or maybe he just hasn’t read that far yet. Maybe next year. On Twitter, some jaded commentary on how things might not be rolling smoothly when even the simple jobs aren’t getting done.
Or as someone else mentioned, a good war will distract the folks.
