So, we hang flyers in a couple of our windows as a form of community service.
There are always a few extreme characters on the scene. The crazy old woman who did the Blues Society flyers and yelled at you if they weren't up an hour later for instance, or going further back the balding degenerate that ran flyers for SLO Brew....you know the dude, he looks like the poor man's Ron Jeremy. He still hangs around outside the downtown bars, mooking college kids with his war stories about when DK's West Indies Bar was THE SPOT and shit got REAL after closing time, mad rumbles on Chorro Street, man!
Him, I had to ban from the store.
Quite a few folks get testy because we insist on hanging the flyers ourself.
We do this not because we're mean, or we're going to secretly throw away your flyer and never hang it at all, but because you've never seen a massacre like an enthusiastic parishioner posting a flyer for their church rummage sale. You need one of those CSI-style janitor services to deal with that crime scene.
My favorite of all time was the guy who had a stack of flyers in one hand, a roll of duct tape in the other and a hopeful smile on his face.
Anyway, the upshot is that I have semi-regular confrontations with people who insist on hanging their own flyers. Most folk get the hint after a few times back and forth, but some actually get angry, like they're doing you a huge favor allowing you to use prime window display space advertising their event for free and why aren't you properly grateful?
I was reminded of these entitlement cases by a nice lady who brought in a printout of this missing pet listing and said "you don't have to post it, maybe just show it to employees and people, we really miss our dog".
I posted the flyer by the register, and any downtown locals keep an eye out for a little white terrier named Maxi.
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