Too much sunshine and/or actually doing stuff to blog this weekend. Sorry, Internets!
Sunday filled up fast, in part because of grocery shopping and the 3.4 hours I had to spend at work. More fun: I tricked Stephan into running around downtown with me. Where he officially became a Guy Who Waits Outside Victoria’s Secret. It was a special moment.
You know how some stores don’t accept credit because not doing so is the worst business plan ever? I can’t remember the last time I carried cash, in part so I don’t have to feel guilty for lying to panhandlers.
Portland Luggage is not one of these stores. It does accept cash. It does not, however, have a cash register. The cashier is instead equipped with a solar-powered calculator and a stack of carbon-copy receipts that he or perhaps she must fill out by hand before running your personal credit card.
I love this. I want to go back and buy things that I don’t need and may not even want just because I love that this store that still requires people to do things like add and write with a pen does not appear to be suffering in the business department.
Also, I now get to use the word “anachronism.”
