Let It Go? I Don't Think So.

    I generally don't go to Graeter's because, like Cold Stone Creamery, the place doesn't give me a good vibe.
    And, while my residual feeling about Cold Stone Creamery is left over from a mildly unpleasant  experience I had in one of their stores 14 years ago, my feeling about Graeter's is a residual of a much more unpleasant experience another woman had at the Gahanna Graeter's around the same time.
    Back in July  of 2000 a black woman walked into the Gahanna Graeter's, ordered a cone, then pulled from her purse a handful of $1 gift coupons (that was back in the day when you could buy paper gift coupons in $1 denominations) and peeled off a few of them to pay for the cone. 
    Now it happened that this Graeter's had been burglarized the night before and cash and gift coupons had been stolen.
    Then the following day this black woman shows up with a handful of gift coupons.  Must be the stolen ones, right?
    So the clerk took down the woman's license plate number and called the police. 
    The next day the police went to the woman's house and grilled her over the gift coupons.
    Turned out that a mistake had been made.  The coupons were a gift from a friend.
    Turned out the black woman, Nanette Reynolds, was from New Albany, owned a business, had a masters degree in music, was on the board of the YWCA and was married to a prominent orthopedic surgeon.     And the coupons were a gift from a friend.

                                     Nanette Reynolds' New  Albany neighborhood                                       
​     But when the Graeter's clerk saw a black woman with a bunch of coupons and all he saw was a thief.
    And that's about the whole story.  
    It happened a long time ago, but I wonder if Ms. Reynolds still burns over it?
    I certainly don't burn over having been dissed in the Cold Stone Creamery all those years ago.  I just don't go there.  Or to Graeter's. Unless someone else is paying. Or I have a gift card. 8)