I craft. This means that I need art supplies. I am also in a tiny university town, and there's this local store that's all sorts of awesome in terms of supplies and all that good stuff. Anyhow, it's just a quirk of mine that I rather support a locally owned store than a big box store.
The last time I was there, was last semester. My girlfriend needed a paper blotter and bought one from them. No biggie, until I needed to head to the store today for stamp pads and a lino cutter nib. (The nib is the cutting portion of the thing - I managed to drop mine from a great height, completely screwing up the cutting edge.)
I go in, and I do a preliminary walk around the store. (Note: I'm still holding my bookbag, because - hey, expensive college textbooks are NOT worth losing.) The owner is giving me the evil eye because there was a sign saying "all bags must go behind the counter". I don't see the lino cutters until I'm ready to walk out the door. By this time, the owner is openly staring and making excuses to watch me (putting back stock near me, and different things). I make my decision, grabbing 1 package of the number 1 nibs and pay and leave with them. As I leave, I remember that I also needed colorful stamp pads - I go back in and ask the owner where they are. This time, I deliberately put my backpack on the counter. I still have my purse, although. She gives me wrong directions and sends me to an aisle over. As I'm making the decision; the owner puts stock back into place near me and also watches me like a hawk. I pay, and leave for the second time. The owner doesn't make conversation and kind of makes me mad with the 'she doesn't look like a crafter, watch her" dealie.
The sad thing is: I'd probably go back and give the store more business. I'm totally addicted to stamp making now.
Dumb thing 1: I'm feeling slightly sick, and I go to the bus terminal to head home to crash. The bus terminal is your classic greyhound station, dirty/skanky looking and rather skeevy feeling, but I thought I knew the station well enough. Well...no. I walked into the men's washroom at the station. Did an immediate about face, and walked out. Thank god nobody was in there.
Dumb thing 2: We have the winter "frosh" week now. Our Pride committee has a "flaming night out" - basically campfires and s'mores. We are listed in the frosh week schedule, but just as "free s'mores" and campfires. It's not fair - all other clubs/organizations have their stuff listed under their names, plus a lot of people would be uncomfortable with a bunch of transwomen/transmen and all the rest of the committee. It's an improvement over last semester where we were basically shunned and told, "NO - you can't have a slot in the schedule".
The last time I was there, was last semester. My girlfriend needed a paper blotter and bought one from them. No biggie, until I needed to head to the store today for stamp pads and a lino cutter nib. (The nib is the cutting portion of the thing - I managed to drop mine from a great height, completely screwing up the cutting edge.)
I go in, and I do a preliminary walk around the store. (Note: I'm still holding my bookbag, because - hey, expensive college textbooks are NOT worth losing.) The owner is giving me the evil eye because there was a sign saying "all bags must go behind the counter". I don't see the lino cutters until I'm ready to walk out the door. By this time, the owner is openly staring and making excuses to watch me (putting back stock near me, and different things). I make my decision, grabbing 1 package of the number 1 nibs and pay and leave with them. As I leave, I remember that I also needed colorful stamp pads - I go back in and ask the owner where they are. This time, I deliberately put my backpack on the counter. I still have my purse, although. She gives me wrong directions and sends me to an aisle over. As I'm making the decision; the owner puts stock back into place near me and also watches me like a hawk. I pay, and leave for the second time. The owner doesn't make conversation and kind of makes me mad with the 'she doesn't look like a crafter, watch her" dealie.
The sad thing is: I'd probably go back and give the store more business. I'm totally addicted to stamp making now.
Dumb thing 1: I'm feeling slightly sick, and I go to the bus terminal to head home to crash. The bus terminal is your classic greyhound station, dirty/skanky looking and rather skeevy feeling, but I thought I knew the station well enough. Well...no. I walked into the men's washroom at the station. Did an immediate about face, and walked out. Thank god nobody was in there.
Dumb thing 2: We have the winter "frosh" week now. Our Pride committee has a "flaming night out" - basically campfires and s'mores. We are listed in the frosh week schedule, but just as "free s'mores" and campfires. It's not fair - all other clubs/organizations have their stuff listed under their names, plus a lot of people would be uncomfortable with a bunch of transwomen/transmen and all the rest of the committee. It's an improvement over last semester where we were basically shunned and told, "NO - you can't have a slot in the schedule".
