I finished work a little earlier today so decided to take a walk into town. It was a real spur of the moment thing. I didn't even know where I was headed; I just started and began to enjoy the walk.
My mind started wandering to the weather warming up which for me heralds the opportunity to enjoy a pipe more often (I only smoke outside). I then started to think about some of the blends that my cellar's a bit low on so set a course for our only BM in town. As I arrived at the window I caught the proprietor with his head in his hands, elbows on the counter. He looked properly dejected. I went through to the back room where the pipe tobacco's kept and asked if he had any Sammy G blends. 'Nope'. 'Any MacBarren?' 'Nope'. A quick scan of the shelves showed they were generally lacking.
'We don't keep those sort of blends because no one's ever asked for them'.
'Really?'
'Yes'.
'I think I'll take a look at your cigars'.
I left with a couple of sticks feeling as dejected as the proprietor looked when I first walked in. The sad thing is, I'd gladly support a local BM but not if I'm met with that each time. I do hope this particular BM survives partly because its got a long history, opening around the mid 40s. Me... I'll probably swing by from time to time but I recon I'll be exploring the opportunities that the internet has to offer. I've seen a real decline in this BM and can't help thinking this heralds the beginning of the end.
My mind started wandering to the weather warming up which for me heralds the opportunity to enjoy a pipe more often (I only smoke outside). I then started to think about some of the blends that my cellar's a bit low on so set a course for our only BM in town. As I arrived at the window I caught the proprietor with his head in his hands, elbows on the counter. He looked properly dejected. I went through to the back room where the pipe tobacco's kept and asked if he had any Sammy G blends. 'Nope'. 'Any MacBarren?' 'Nope'. A quick scan of the shelves showed they were generally lacking.
'We don't keep those sort of blends because no one's ever asked for them'.
'Really?'
'Yes'.
'I think I'll take a look at your cigars'.
I left with a couple of sticks feeling as dejected as the proprietor looked when I first walked in. The sad thing is, I'd gladly support a local BM but not if I'm met with that each time. I do hope this particular BM survives partly because its got a long history, opening around the mid 40s. Me... I'll probably swing by from time to time but I recon I'll be exploring the opportunities that the internet has to offer. I've seen a real decline in this BM and can't help thinking this heralds the beginning of the end.