I've always enjoyed reading this review of my former employer in a major industry magazine. It gives me a chuckle. Continued on the next page. This is from 2013.
I remember the man and his little notebook. I was playing accordion and explaining how it worked at the same time - no easy feat - and yet, I still saw him walk his little notebook to the bass section, where he was completely ignored. I was helping three people at the same time, answering all their questions. Even so, I tried to catch his eye.
Believe it or not, the staff denied the writer of this article ever came in the store. Over a furious, tear-stained hour they wrung their hands about the poor review. I allowed them to find it on their own, as if I had no idea of its existence. I wanted to see what would happen, it's true. No one ever reads this stuff there.
But this is what actually happened: they actually talked themselves into believing that he made up the article, right in front of my eyes. The fact that the man explained what I was doing while he was there might have told them otherwise, but no.The facts refused to be acknowledged.
I give them credit for caring in retrospect that they were too busy chatting with each other and the teachers that they couldn't even take on the guilt of ignoring him in the first place. That's some wackjob thinking. Ha ha ha!!!!
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