In the early years of Agnes’ Very Very we tested Bake’mmm® Bagels sales at grocery markets in areas close to home. And, of course, we did it all – made the bagels, cleaned the factory, cold calls, client calls, paperwork, and packed and delivered Bake’mmm® Bagels in our truck, license plate “BAYGULL.” This story is the first in a series called, “Entrepreneur Crazy.”
Rising at 3:30 one morning to make a round of grocery store deliveries in Richmond, I got up, freshened, dressed, pocketed a bagel for the road and by 4 o’clock headed east to Richmond. Ten stops to complete by two and the furthest stop was Williamsburg.
The run was not my favorite and the DSD (direct store delivery) routine was grueling at best. Six o’clock I arrived at the first stop – Ukrop’s in Village Center. As a DSD vendor, I jumped out of the truck, greeted the back-door receiver, checked the stock in the freezer, returned to the truck to gather new product, printed the sales invoice, and returned to the store’s back area. I waited behind the Boar’s Head delivery guy and the Pepsi guy to have the receiver sign-in the product, then headed to the freezer section to fill the shelves.
The store was not yet open; only vendors and stockers were busy shelving product and getting ready for opening bell. As I walked down the freezer aisle approaching the Organic Bake’mmm® Bagel area, I felt something flapping around my ankles. Adjusting the load I carried, I looked down and saw something white attached to my ankle. Toilet paper? I wasn’t in the rest room. I took a closer look and, Yikes! It was my underpants!
I quickly grabbed it up, shoved it in my pocket, and couldn’t help being perplexed, intrigued, and downright amused. At 3:30 in the morning I had simply stepped into the jeans from the day before, not realizing that yesterday’s underpants was stuck in a leg. In and out of the truck, in and out of the store’s back door, and walking down the aisle worked the underpants down and out my pant leg.
I couldn’t wait to share this crazy story with my partner, still asleep in Charlottesville. Anxiously waiting for a more respectable time, I called to relay the story. We both laughed so hard when Cynthia asked, “What? How can a pair of underpants come out your pant leg?” Don’t you understand?, I said. Not the one I’m wearing, yesterday’s! Entrepreneurs have crazy experiences.
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