The N&R’s State Street Hatchet Job Followup
Some flunky from the N&R finally got back to the Wife tonight at 6:30. Unfortunately, it is her custom to still be at the store at that hour and voice mail did not answer. Said flunky, speaking on behalf of Tina Firesheets, the hack reporter who could not be bothered to traipse the entire length of State Street for her story, indicated that said reporter spent a couple of weeks working on the story.
The Wife, incredulous at the prospect of such a fantasy, continued her oft repeated lament that if the quoted merchants no longer on State Street had actually ordered new inventory at wholesale prices or opened their stores at posted hours, they may not have been forced to close or move downtown.
Indeed, it appears that the editorial staff has much in common with the recent detritus of State Street merchants: lazy, stupid drunks who can’t be bothered with the rigor of journalistic or retail rectitude. No doubt, they discovered each other in whatever places such people congregate and hatched this egg which in no way represents reality.
And as for those who contend that the Sunday story was not so bad, we’re not aware that they have ever managed a retail establishment, ordered inventory and paid for it upfront, sold it at any cost, bought advertising and paid for it, made a payroll and paid their rent and fucking taxes, while managing to eat, sleep and carry on any semblance of a normal life. My Wife has done such things for a dozen years without failing to pay a fucking farthing. Until these soft dilettantes have put their asses on the line, they can keep their mouths shut.
BTW, a certain personage who was quoted in the ridiculous Sunday article is the wife of a serial bankruptor, and I have a house full of furniture taken in lieu of payment to prove it.