Secret: I love this place. Take your typical dude who is clueless when it comes to gift-giving and other social conventions. Let's call him Tan C., no relation to yours truly... Tan C. needs to find a gift for staff appreciation week. He furtively stumbles (yes, it's possible) his way into Origins - he looks like a fat kid in a candy store (he is enjoying looking around but imagining that people around him are judging him). Tan C's immediate snap-reaction is looking for help. A delightful sales chick helps Tan C. pick out a gift. She packages it up - delicately and beautifully. Fast forward - the gift is well-received. If Origins can help a poor soul like Tan C., I'm all for it. Solid product (so I'm told), fine prices (little high-end, I think? If not, y'all ladies need to make a lotta cheddah), and amazing service.
(dmo out) (Could I use more paren?)