I’m in Plainfield, Indiana, about 35 minutes south of Indianapolis. I stop here because it’s out of the way and rather peaceful. I stayed once in downtown Indy and I was so disappointed I vowed never to do it again. Cramped rooms, noise all through the night and a huge bill at the end of the stay. Not at all worth it.
Normally something of interest happens during the day where I can glean a post from. But today was just plain blah. I suppose you could say that I had a smooth trip down here. Very little traffic. But what’s newsy about that?
Too, I came here to fulfill my monthly obligation to see all my shops at least six times a year come hell or high water. I did that, save for a few that are on the edge of extinction.
I did make the trip to visit The Cigar Box on Shadeland Avenue in Indy. I’ve been trying to get a cigar into that shop for the longest time, but the owner is a bit on the traditional side so what I show him has little interest. But lately his son has been at the shop and he, by far, has become the voltage to movement to speed up the shop’s acquisition of new, boutique cigars.
So I went to see him and he’s very interested in the Leaf by Oscar, plus a few of the other brands that I represent. But, as I suspected he had to run it by his Dad and who knows what his answer will be. But, this is the closest I have gotten to get my cigars in the humidor and this time I think the influence of his son will be a primary factor in a positive decision. But still no sale.
And I suppose the fact that another shop took on the Daddy Mac is a good sign that the stick has begun to reach the public in more ways than I could ever manage. In short, the owner heard about the cigar from a guy who tried it in a shop close to Kentucky. I could tell there was interest when the owner read the material and took the cigar in hand and gave it the once over.
“I’ll take this.” I was surprised. Usually I hand out the samples and the visit is over. Today that didn’t occur another good sign that things are changing in the Hoosier State.
I’m drinking a Pepsi at a Taco Bell on Michigan. I’m not supposed to have caffeine because it gets me jittery. But sometimes I do things that are not allowed. It makes life interesting. And the jitters do eventually go away.
A few glitches along the way, one owner was supposed to be there from 11 until close but the sign on the door lists the hours from 2pm until 11pm. It was 2:30 when I got there. Where the hell is he? I tapped on the window several times and looked in. But the place was dark.
It’s stuff like this that permeates the day and you just have to go with the flow. I used to take it personally but I could give a shit now. I do my due diligence i.e. scheduling and calling and if the party I have an appointment with is unable to make it, that’s life. My percentage is pretty good, but no one has a perfect record. No one!
So I’ll head to the hotel and get supper probably KFC. The pot pie is the best. Less greasey more flavor, come back , and write this. This is the life of a cigar broker folks. It isn’t all glitzy, sitting around smoking cigars and bullshitting the day away. Even if it were, that would drive me to a rubber room after a while, that can get mighty boring, especially when you’ve been traveling for about four hours to get to your first destination. And please don’t give me that asinine phrase, “Living the Dream.”
So I may have a cigar later tonight and I may go out of the country in my imagination. I’d tell you where, but I want to be incognito, I may wear my sunglasses (like anyone will recognize me in Moscow). It’s like at the IPCPR. I have no problem leaving the convention center at 5pm and going back to my hotel room, getting freshened up a bit and finding a quiet place to relax to smoke a cigar. It’s the way I’m wired (some would say, “very tight…”). But Party, party, party? Naw. That gets old. Introspection is what makes the mind absorb energy and become stimulated and renewed.
I wish I had a joke to tell you – or something fantabulous, but I don’t.