Murry’s Steaks

Retail is an art. I learned some of it from Mr. Murry, as I always thought of him, though I was unknowingly substituting the first name for the last.

I was sixteen and working jobs on weekends. I had managed a crafts store at a scout camp that summer and learned how to sell. I turned to trying to sell women’s shoes on commission until I got notice that I wasn’t selling enough and would be let go immediately. So I looked up the r0w in the Falls Church strip shopping center and found Murry’s and he wanted a stock boy.

Might have been Mr. Murry was actually elsewhere in the business which had been expanding since 1958. This was 1960.

I paid attention and learned. Handling the frozen steaks, then an oddity, drew people all by themselves. But cooking one on a grill on the sidewalk, which I helped do, made all the difference. They got to see, smell and even taste a bite.

Cook steaks frozen, he always said, even the cheapest steaks eat tender that way. I have ever since.

I also remembered Mr. Murry’s deft management of a few simple principles in what I came to realize was the art form of retail.

6 responses to “Murry’s Steaks

  1. O/T
    I am now a Grandfather. I shall never forgive my daughter.

  2. Congratulations. You are now officially an old fart.

  3. Boy, it really must be love. Not a peep for two weeks.

  4. Son of a gun. Congratulations! To both of you. Lot’s of happiness and fun.