Today someone looked into the window of my store (while I wasn’t there) and dubbed it an “army of estrogen.” I know this because I happened to be walking on the street as he made his comment. His observation will especially hold true over the next few days because, as previously mentioned, I will be massaging my heritage in New Jersey.
Depending on your personality, this could be either a wonderful or terrifying thing. Regardless, I think you should experience the “army” first-hand. The show runs this Thursday, Friday, and Monday from 8:30 am to 5:00 pm. Four women behind one counter, with only Drew, the floor mopper, to stand in their way. I’m sorry I’m going to miss it.