One of my most memorable and frustrating shop experiences was the large family with 8 kids who came in to get consignment skis and boots. These were kids ranging from 4-12. The mom was like “So-and-so is going to take so-and-so’s skis, and so-and-so needs new ones, and so-and-so might be able to use so-and-so’s skis, can you check to make sure? And on down the line. Then, the boots. It was like I needed to diagram the whole process to get things straight.
I’m not criticizing their desire to get secondhand gear, I totally get it and admire the family for being frugal while making sure their kids were properly outfitted. However, it was one of the most stressful days I had, making sure I was matching each kid with the correct skis and boots as best as I could. The binding mount forms were a nightmare; I did mix a few of those up, luckily I caught it before any work was done.
It was that day I realized I really didn’t enjoy working in a ski shop. At least that one.
The kicker though, was I discovered Mom was skiing on a kid’s ski….she was maybe 5’5” and 130lb and was skiing a kid’s 120-ish length ski with a junior binding. I couldn’t convince her to get new (or “new“consignment) skis. I was surprised the shop owner (and tech) would work on her bindings.