Shopping at WalMart is like using a public washroom. Go only if you have to. Take a deep breath. Take care of business. Get out as quick as you can. It's a passionless shopping experience. You go for the lowest price on the planet for a 64-load jug of Tide and that's about it. No one goes to WalMart for retail therapy. I'm not picking on WM specifically. I feel the same way about most chain stores: Feh.
So I'm kind of saddened by the news that Robeez was bought by Stride-Rite. I mean I wouldn't turn down $30 million bucks either, but still. I loved the whole story. From the first pair being fashioned from a cast-off handbag (how "mom" is that?) to total global sales domination fifteen years later, while maintaining manufacturing in BC and, by all accounts, running a very groovy family-friendly company that consistently ranked in Canada's Top Places to Work lists.
Well, it'll be interesting to see what she does with that $30 million. That's a lot of seed money.
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