Every day the Markethouse is open, J.T. visits us. J.T. is a local man. He lives across the street from the Markethouse. Every day J.T. goes through his routine - grocery store, pick up a paper, visist some friends and feed thier pets, and stop at the Markethouse to see "his girls". "His girls" are the shop keepers at the Markethouse, but mostly me, Gerry @ The Hidden Nest, and Dolly @ The Artist's Garden.
I bring this up because as our customer traffic at the Markethouse increases, the chances of him interacting with our customers increases too. So if you are shopping when J.T. stops in, don't worry, he's harmless. Yes, he'll give you his opinon about the color of the yarn you are choosing. He may even ask you to make him a blanket. (Today I heard him comment on the fit of a dress a bride was trying on!) No need to be alarmed. He's nice, friendly, and likes to talk. That's were the warning comes in...he likes to talk...and talk...and talk. He makes small talk, chooses a rootbeer barrel from my candy bowl, and then leaves.
Honestly, he's one of the reasons I love Butler and am glad to be a shop owner on Main Street. I like knowing that there are still people who, like J.T., are "special" yet are able to live thier lives, create their routines and still be a part of the greater whole of our city. So if you're shopping when he stops in, please understand that I will say hi to him, and he will probably say hi to you too.