Well right now I'm standing in Rocky Mountain Anglers, or rather sitting in it. I'm just sitting on the couch, watching everyone and trying to remember the name of the little gadget I need. Hmmm..... Nope, still drawing a blank. So as I watch everyone walk by, I start to listen to all the conversations. I help people out when they need it, but today is kind of slow. As I'm listening to all the people, I notice a trend. Everyone is completely insane today. And I mean completely. The first people to walk in after me are two guys, and they just walked in, asked if "we only sold fly fishin' stuff", and walked out. The last thing they uttered as they walked out the door was a simultaneous "that blows." After a few more regulars and old-timers, a woman walked in. That's usually good for me, because if I raise the tone in my voice and give them puppy dog-eyes, they melt in my hands. No offense to women, and I'm not saying this always happens. It just seems to be the usual trend. Maybe it's just a coincidence, I don't know. Anyway, I put on my cute face and asked the lady if she needed help finding anything. She looked at me like I was crazy, replied "no," and walked away. Randy finished up talking to his last customer and walked over to the lady. "Hey there, need any help," he asked. "I need some hooks," she said. "Got any single hooks?" "All we've got is those packages." "Okay, I don't mind buying those," she responded. "But where are the treble hooks?" "Um, we don't have treble hooks here," Randy answered. "No treble hooks?!" The lady looked at us like aliens. "I would try McGuckin's, it's right dow the street." The lady kept asking us questions, but no answer seemed right for her. She finally left us in peace, on to the next poor clerk who would deal with her incessant nagging for an hour. For us, well let's just say it was good to have her gone. Come on in to the shop and entertain us for awhile!
Rocky Mountain Anglers
1904 Arapahoe Avenue
Tel: 303-447-2400
www.rockymtanglers.com
