Bleeding the customer dry
It was a sticky, steamy South Florida afternoon, so I thought I’d swing by my friend Kenny’s store on the way back to the office. It was mid-week and nothing was going on anywhere. I figured his store would be quiet, and I know he keeps some cold ones in the back of the break room fridge.
As I turned the corner into his parking lot, I was shocked to find not a single place to park! I pulled up next to the mobile home looking thing in the middle of the lot and saw Kenny in the middle of a crowd passing out ice cream.