Once upon a time, it feels like a million years ago, I was (in most parents eyes) the kindly man that provided their children with enjoyable things to play with. They trusted that I knew what I was talking about and that I only sold toys I genuinely thought were good.
Now (in some parents eyes), I'm a rogue, vagabond and thief, desperate to pick the pockets of their darling offspring. I'm cunningly luring the kids into asking mum or dad for a pound for a pocket money toy that's bound to be rubbish.
Amazing how the economy can change people's perspectives. Kinda hurts.
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