Max has discovered a recession-proof business and I'm encouraging him to hash out the details in a business plan. Right now, he's really in more of the pre-planning stages where we act out what's going to happen when his retail shop goes live. I'm sure Sam Walton's mother or Donald Trump's did the same thing with their kids.
We've been playing "International Pet Store", because domestic retail is just too limiting for his clientele. The young proprietor artfully displays his stuffed animals throughout the living room, sorting them by category, and then invites me into his shop.
Yesterday, I scored a great deal on an Orca whale for a buck and he even threw in the fish that I'd need to feed it for free. I couldn't get out of there without a Mama horse and her baby colt, and he suggested that I go next door to the feed store to get her some oats. Then, because he understands service, he offered to get the feed for me and even loaded it into my truck.
But here's where I think his business will really succeed: As he walked me to my truck he gave me a 100% guarantee that none of my pets will ever die.
I'm looking forward to investing in this kid and expect phenomenal returns, with or without an economic stimulus package.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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oh how I love his imagination!
Pet shops in our home would be sadly lacking in many pets for sale, because some mean ol' mom recently went through and gathered up all but the most loved of the stuffies and found them new homes. The remaining of the fluffy critters wouldn't even be set out for PRETEND selling purposes and instead reside heavily guarded in cozy corners of twin-sized beds.
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