Originally Posted by Eddie
I guess my worst experience was actually with another customer in the store. When I walked into the shop, the woman saw me and clutched her purse to her chest as though she thought I was there to rob the place. I guess being a man made me out of place and a curiosity of sorts.
Eddie - your comment, and that of Henry remind me of John Flynn's stories. Have you ever heard him speak? He tells similar nightmare trips in which he could not get waited on, and everyone kind of "gave him space". He said it was really hard for a man to walk into a quilt shop when he first got started, and sometimes even now.