My crafty pal Miss V and I made some hot and heavy plans to head over to Carroll Gardens/Cobble Hill to gather some crafty provisions. This being the busy NYC holiday season, we planned several days in advance. Deciding we'd spend way-too-much, we made grand plans - buy some super fancy findings, and then eat in a nice cafe afterward.
Overtures were made. I was promised a fancy funky bead shop over yonder on Smith. Taking the weather into account, we put on our hoods and put up our umbrellas. We laughed at the sleet. We scoffed at the rain. Actually, we took the F train over ... so, mercifully, there wasn't that much freezing rain involved - until we arrived at the "Brooklyn Beads Boutique" at Smith and Douglass.
Dear Brooklyn Beads Boutique - Your website says you open at 12 noon. The sign on your door says you open at 12 noon. I am quite sure that the latte, the chai tea, the scone, the drycleaning, the shoe polish, the herbal digestion supplement, or whatever, was of the utmost importance. I'm sure it was worth leaving your customers - who made a special trip - quite literally, out in the rain. Your pink "Will Return Shortly" post-it is not cute and folksy. In fact, when standing in the freezing rain, it is rage-inducing. Yes, we know you returned at 12:20 (not "shortly" in my book). By then we had called a car service. We piled in our chariot bound for Manhattan as you, Brown Coat, unlocked the front door at precisely 12:21.
So much for buying local.
beads photo courtesy of mollycakes' photostream at flickr.com