Melissa: What else is there?
Me: In my day, clogs were enough. We knew who we were.
Melissa: You walk in, and it’s something random. Like puppies.
Me: And lightbulbs. Clogs, puppies and lightbulbs. It’s not intuitive, but it really works out.
Melissa: People love it!
Me: I’m telling you, we cannot keep the puppies in stock.