At six years old, the word “Auto” had no meaning to me, but the word “Princess” sure did.
“Where are you going Dad?”
I jumped up in excitement and proclaimed that there was no way he’d be leaving for Princess Auto without me. I ran to put on my favourite pink sneakers, grabbed a sweater and hopped in the truck. There was no time to waste, for I had to meet the Princesses of Auto. We arrived at our destination in no time. The castle didn’t meet the expectations I had built up in my mind, instead it had your average city building written all over it. I jumped off the cliff that was the floor of my Dads truck, and headed to the grand entrance. Two huge glass sliding doors parted ways a millisecond after I yelled “Open Sesame”. I did that every time I came across such doors, just for the chance that someone around me might not know what motion censors were, and could assume that I possessed some sort of power that could move things with my mind. I mean what better first impression for the Princesses?
We entered, and I started to realize that this was not all like I assumed, as we walked around I started to give up hope on finding a Princess. So I finally asked my Dad where they all were. He then explained to me that we were in a hardware store. I was disappointed and wondered who would pick such a deceiving name for a hardware store? I thought of all the people who must have had the same misunderstanding that I just had, I wasn’t impressed.
While walking through the hardware store. I gave up my hope of finding a princess when I found something else, something better. A pair of shiny new bongos caught my eye. My two eyes grew bigger than the bongos themselves. What is this piece of treasure doing in a hardware store? I thought. Oh how I needed those bongos.
Almost 11 years later here I am at a career symposium, trying to figure out my career, telling the co-president of Princess Auto, how the long story short was, that I ended up bringing those Bongos home that day. I still have them, and treasure them greatly. I often still wonder why they would sell bongos at a hardware store. She explained how princess auto prides themselves in being a unique hardware store and that It’s what separates them from the rest. She then explained to me the history of the store, and most importantly, for the six-year-old in me, why they would pick such a deceiving name.