Wednesday, August 24, 2011

No Shit Sherlock

My neighbor Clark, a publishing industry executive and a fan of this blog, stopped by my house today and offered some professional advise. "Mitch," he said, "When the next person comes up to you at Pencils with a look on their face that says "I'm about to shit my pants" and asks you where the bathrooms are, tell them there aren't any."
I stood there and wondered, "Why the hell didn't I think of that?"


  1. Clearly you've never had a middle-aged man in jogging shorts enter your store with an "urgent" need of the restroom. If so, you would understand EXACTLY why you don't mess around here and make sure that they get there in the most direct and expedient manner possible. Trust me on this, as the guy in our store was too proud to ask for directions and wandered around the entire store leaving little samples of his need on every single aisle.

    Even more sad? Not the first time that this has happened..

  2. How on earth can people relieve themselves in public? Can't they just get in their car & go find a gas station?