Local around you

I know what it is to run a small business.
I grew up watching my parents wrangle a living out of a small grocery store while at the same time raising a few head of cattle or sheep.

Off to the wholesalers maybe every three weeks or a month in the van and try and find a few deals.

Sometimes you'd get a great product that people would love and the mark up would be great.
Other times you'd buy a dud and lose.

You had to have the staples. Bread, milk, news papers , cigarettes, vegetables etc.

And every week the mighty country people of Roscommon would come in and buy the shopping for the week.

Just tons of stuff!

You had to have a story to tell folks. Something funny. Remember names of family members and their stories.

The thing is you had to actually care because Community was what kept us all alive.

Yesterday I had to return a product to Optus.

Had to ring a number. Hotline to India.
I rang six times and spoke to six different people. Wherever they are they're local. But I'm not. It's not personal to then.
So whenever they decided my problem was awkward they said hold on and connected me to some number that would ring out.

All good folks. Everyone trying to make a buck. But not really on the line for me when the fit hits the shan.

So, shop local for Christmas lads.

It really makes the world go round.

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