It will never be cold enough here for me to need my car warmed up after shopping. More’s the pity.

Local Nordstrom’s could have a tut tut for snootiness. I mean, I know I’m only looking at the sales racks, but the money’s still green… *sigh*

Later,

Kelly

Thanks for reading!

Regards,

Kelly

Keep posting!

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Seriously, I like businesses that do say, yes we know you have choices, here, choose us, in a nifty don’t have to but we do, kind of way. To me it’s a lot like that part where they ( you know the infamous they) say, ask for the business. Even if that nifty way is a service or a special wrap they put on their package. It can even be no frills, but incredibly valuable. What isn’t there kind of stuff too.

Maybe that passage about Nordstrom’s employees warming up clients cars is “sticking” with me.

Hahaha—”up to Kelly standards.” Yes, if the whole world went to work The Kelly Way….

Watch out, I’ll get an ego like Monsieur Chartrand’s, LOL.

Seriously, that is it. Satisfy the needs, and then add delight—provide tweaks so I remember you among all the places that can’t be bothered. The VisionPoints Way.

Regards,

Kelly

As I left the not-yet-frozen North, lamenting the red-tinged sugar maples, my Dad said, “Don’t worry, there are always a few in a hurry. Come back two weeks into October and you’ll be thrilled.”

I lived most of my life in northerly places but when you’re down here in the midAtlantic for a while, folks worry you’ve forgotten everything you knew, and feel the need to speak slowly to you about stuff like fall leaves and *gasp* snow. (We get a bit but boy, I miss the real deal!)

You being a bit more northerly still, I’d say a few will have fallen by then but you’ll still have a blaze for Alex and Raul, don’t you think?

I know how to drift with a good tangent, particularly one I started.

The rec centre should either make it very clear that the back door is not for you, as in lock it, or do something about that. Heck, not even employees should be required to endure that. Get better lids for your bins, people.

Wait, does the garbage ooze or its smell? I hope you just meant the smell. Otherwise, point them to this post, where I shall officially say… eeew. Call me, Panther’s after-work place. We’ll work on your Experience Design.

(Thanks very much for the award, I’m so flattered—post coming up later this week about that!)

Until later,

Kelly

Dang, I did it again, and drifted off on a tangent. Okay, there is a restaurant the gang and I always go to from work. It’s in a rec centre, so we go in the back door because that is closest entrance to us. The garbage from the outside bins oozes into the back hallway that the last time we went, we actually all gagged. No word of a lie!!!! We weren’t exactly hungry by the time we got to the restaurant.