Originally Posted by NukeMeSlowly
In a phrase - my worst shopping experience, ever.
I love this thread.
While ultimately, there is no excuse for what you describe, there is a part of me that celebrates the appearence of pure, uncompromising viciousness (even stupidity) confounding financial self-interest.
The very same attitude is part of the foundation of why the selection at the Andover Shop remains so distinctive for such a tiny store: certainty in the face of equanimity. "We don't care what you think."
Some of my fondest stories involve getting thrown out of places, and seeing other people getting thrown out. I remember a good part of the afternoon once at Harry's Bar watching male tourists in shorts swinging into the revolving door and then immediately swung out through the same door. Splendid.
It's so old Boston, and one of the few vestiges of unprefabricated personality left in Harvard Square. I'll miss it when it finally goes.