I recently walked into a local lumber yard on a Saturday not properly dressed, i.e., wearing shorts and sandals. Immediately, I was assumed to be a woodworking hack (well, maybe I am a bit) and not really worth their time. Two guys were working behind the counter no check-out lanes here assisting a couple of guys who were obviously contractors and probably frequent customers. Thats cool, I understand the importance of regular, repeat business. But why shun occasional customers who dont spend a lot?
After wrapping up the big purchase from the guy ahead of me, the guy behind the counter turned to me and asked what I wanted. I needed one sheet of half-inch plywood. Heavy sigh. Before I even had a chance to describe what type of plywood he snaped out, we have all kinds of plywood, do you know what you want? Like, duh no the pretty kind?
He then pointed to the enormous menu board overhead and told me, thats what we carry.
Okay, so I admit it: I dont remember all the letter grade designations for plywood. Its just not something I have room for in my brain. A, B, D, X, etc. Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever. Naturally, the menu board listed all the plywood in code. So I said, Well, half-inch plywood the kind that is smooth, maybe an oak veneer. Do you carry something like that?
The guy literally huffed at me. Yeah, I told you we have all kinds, didnt I?
Okay, well thats what I want.
How many sheets? Do you have a way to load it?
Yeah right. I drove in my Prius.
The conversation went back and forth like this for a while. I have a feeling the guy was trying to toy with me since I didnt have on steel toed boots and the rest of the contractors uniform. Like, Im gonna ride this weekend weenie and tell the boys about it later.
Never mind the fact that I have worked with wood for years and pretty much know what Im talking about, these kind of stores can be intimidating to the uninitiated. I just gotta remember to always go there looking like I am a member of the club. Its like walking into a Ferrari dealership dressed in rags.
There is redemption!
All of this has a happy ending. Its Pini Ace Hardware store here in Novato, California. Pinis has been a staple in Novato for nearly 100 years. This store knows how to do things right. Everyone shops there: from professional builders to housewives, and they are all treated with respect and attention. Pinis is an old-style hardware store where you can buy housewares, garden supplies, a complete kitchen, or a single screw. The guys who work the floor (and there are a lot of them) are incredibly knowledgeable about everything they carry. Additionally, each guy specializes in something: theres a plumbing expert, an electrical expert, a hardware expert and so on. If one guy doesnt have an answer to a question, he calls the right guy on his headset and gets the answer immediately.