…is that some retailer, somewhere, will be stuck with huge stocks of fidget spinners as the fad suddenly ends. My only hope is that it’s a retailer I dislike intensely.
They even sell them at the store in the little town nearest where I live, which must surely mean every other square foot of this great land of ours is covered, saturated, virtually paved with the absurd little things. And the history of fads in the past 60 years proves one thing conclusively: If I’ve noticed them, the fad must surely have ended quite some time ago. Unfortunately I don’t particularly dislike the management of that little store, doing the best they can with what little they have. If only they’d put the fidget spinner money toward a new meat reefer instead, I’d really be rather fond of them.