Buried in yesterday’s rather prescient retail comments was a somewhat cheeky description of the purty young thangs I spotted in Bloomingdale’s shoe department.
So when our forecast for punk retail sales proves to be dead on, what gets picked up by the WSJ?
The fact that I am a horndog:
"Meanwhile, we interrupt the usual rundown of financial blogs to give you Barry Ritholtz’s views on Bloomingdale’s — particularly the shoe department — in his review of retailers. "The women’s departments had more people than the men’s, but were not particularly crowded," he writes. "The lone exception was the shoe section, which was an absolute madhouse. I wish I had known about this place before I was married. If you are single guy living in NY, you can forget about single bars — this is where you want to hang out (incredible talent pool, zero competition)."
I should have known that, despite the brilliant missive regarding the true state of retail, my actual value add was my revealing a secret locale where to find young lovelies.
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