Saturday, July 24, 2010
Why are cigar store owners such dicks?
That's right, I'm talking to you, owners of John Crouch Tobacconist, 215 King Street, Alexandria. What is your deal, exactly?
I walk in wanting to buy myself a nice treat of a cigar, and you can't even get off your asses to say hi? You can't break your gaze from the TV for a couple seconds to make a sale?
Oh wait - I see - I'm not a 60-year-old high roller with a cowboy hat, a tobacco stench and an emphysematic cough. I was only an unshaven, 32-year-old guy in shorts and a T shirt. But my money's as good as the next guy's, and there are lots of young idiots like me who buy cigars. So fuck you.
This has happened in quite a few cigar stores. These pompous owners can't be bothered with my business. They are too busy smoking their own merchandise and gaining weight. And odor.
The only exception to this rule is Georgetown Tobacco. Fifty percent of the time I've been there I've been waited on by an Asian man in his early 40's who was extremely nice, knowledgeable and helpful. The other time I faced a cranky man in his 60's who, when he realized by my questions I was just a neophyte in Tobacconomics, carded me!