In my world, I am the queen of Scrabble letters, able to unearth tile boards and find the elusive “Y” on demand! And still…I did not know, until recently, that Scrabble letters were seasonal! Popular? Yes. But seasonal? They must be. I’ve sold some almost every day over the past couple of weeks.
And I’ve become a bit anal about my letters. Sometimes, at the end of the day, I’ll take the whole bunch home. I stack them up according to letter, to make sure I don’t have an overabundance of any one letter. The excess letters are then put into baggies and used randomly for jewelry projects. Once I refresh the stock, I carry the new letters back to the shop before it opens the very next day. Because a day without Scrabble letters would be like a day without sunshine.
Soft drinks may be a convenience store’s cash cow. Mine is Scrabble tiles. And at only a quarter a piece, everyone can afford one or two. Plus, my hand gets a workout pricing those littler boogers. My friend Bea would say, “That’s a lot of sugar for a nickel,” but I’d ignore her.
I don’t have a corner on the Scrabble letter market. One vendor *cough, cough* added magnets to the back and sold the letters for a dime more. Another vendor — new to the store — undercuts my price by a dime. Yet my letters continue to sell. When I got my big space at Homestead, I didn’t give up my original spot. Why? Well…I wanted everyone to be sure they could find the Scrabble letters! Okay. There may have been other reasons too. But, still…
And I don’t limit my tile supply simply to Scrabble. I’ve been known to throw in different letter tiles now and again. Old black Anagram tiles have been highly popular. I just don’t find them at a reasonable price very often. But everyone loves a Scrabble letter or two or three. And they leave me messages. I wrote about someone leaving me the o-v-e-r-p-r-i-c-e-d message a while back. But lately the messages have been sweeter. One time I left “Cake is good.” I came in later to find the message changed to “Cake is not good for you.” But when I come in to find “luv you,” once again all is right with the world. It’s like my own little, and by little I mean short, www.postsecret.com world.