Re: Cobalt is out of R Series boats for the year
Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2018 7:02 am
Thanks YT, the respect is mutual my friend.
My posts get wordy, and I try to keep them simple, but this may get wordy.
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Before we were a food store/garden center, we were a gift/garden center.
Our best experience?
Beanie Babies..
For four solid years I felt like a (legal) drug dealer, and my junkie was grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, daughter and son...and they pleaded for a fix like a junkie. We were threatened by customers all the time, and I even had a guy show up with a gun strapped in full vision.
For those who were familiar with the craze in the 90’s , it was the epitome of market value.
We paid $2.50 per beanie, and we sold some of them for hundreds of dollars apiece.
We sold retired product in a locked case and people would fawn over a retired, hard to get stuffed animal like it was the Crown Jewels.
What caused the craze? Tell someone you can’t have it, mix in others who were told the same thing, and then get them together and throw out the limited product and let them go at it.
In the beginning, I honestly believe the craze was caused by a company having trouble producing stock in China with consistency.
Without going into detail, we were able to secure 100% of our max order allotment from a company that would automatically cut orders by 75%
Everyday, we had people lining up at our door at 5 AM for a store that opens at 9 AM. There was a single weekly shipment, and the rest of the week they went home empty handed..
They handed out their own numbers for how they line up. Just crazy. We actually had to testify at a custody hearing as a witness for a crazy mother hauling her kids out of bed every day to line up at 5 AM.
The UPS trucks were staulked, followed through town to where they wouldn’t deliver to our door, or any BB dealer in town. We had to pick them up.
It got so bad, that we had enough of running shoulders with crazy people everyday.
I was able to put together a wholesale customer base to where I could get market value for each piece, while tossing a few to the public and get rid of the mob scene. I was seriously worried about break ins, fights, shoplifting, and the safety of my family and employees.
Lots of fun while it lasted. It reinforced a lesson that I learned from my high school best friends father who was a car dealer. Never fall in love with material things. Everything is for sale for a profit, and if it makes sense.
My posts get wordy, and I try to keep them simple, but this may get wordy.
Before we were a food store/garden center, we were a gift/garden center.
Our best experience?
Beanie Babies..
For four solid years I felt like a (legal) drug dealer, and my junkie was grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, daughter and son...and they pleaded for a fix like a junkie. We were threatened by customers all the time, and I even had a guy show up with a gun strapped in full vision.
For those who were familiar with the craze in the 90’s , it was the epitome of market value.
We paid $2.50 per beanie, and we sold some of them for hundreds of dollars apiece.
We sold retired product in a locked case and people would fawn over a retired, hard to get stuffed animal like it was the Crown Jewels.
What caused the craze? Tell someone you can’t have it, mix in others who were told the same thing, and then get them together and throw out the limited product and let them go at it.
In the beginning, I honestly believe the craze was caused by a company having trouble producing stock in China with consistency.
Without going into detail, we were able to secure 100% of our max order allotment from a company that would automatically cut orders by 75%
Everyday, we had people lining up at our door at 5 AM for a store that opens at 9 AM. There was a single weekly shipment, and the rest of the week they went home empty handed..
They handed out their own numbers for how they line up. Just crazy. We actually had to testify at a custody hearing as a witness for a crazy mother hauling her kids out of bed every day to line up at 5 AM.
The UPS trucks were staulked, followed through town to where they wouldn’t deliver to our door, or any BB dealer in town. We had to pick them up.
It got so bad, that we had enough of running shoulders with crazy people everyday.
I was able to put together a wholesale customer base to where I could get market value for each piece, while tossing a few to the public and get rid of the mob scene. I was seriously worried about break ins, fights, shoplifting, and the safety of my family and employees.
Lots of fun while it lasted. It reinforced a lesson that I learned from my high school best friends father who was a car dealer. Never fall in love with material things. Everything is for sale for a profit, and if it makes sense.