This afternoon, the sanctity of my local JoAnn Fabric Store was destroyed by a gang of loud frat boys. There were six of them terrorizing the fabric aisles.
When I hear fellow customers asking questions like “how much yardage do I need?”, etc., my first impulse is to help - because, let’s be honest, the employees in a big box craft store are retail employees and generally have very little knowledge of their wares. This is not their fault, it's just the way it is. And if I have the answer to someone’s question, I would like to help.
I started to turn the corner to make a suggestion when the brutes started saying some very off-putting things. Who knew being surrounded by fabric could be so threatening to someone’s masculinity? I decided to retreat into the linen blend aisle and let them figure things out for themselves.
After a long and rather stressful day at work, I just wanted to zone out and look at floral prints and maybe wander through the aisles of beads or buttons. But that was not in the cards . . .