My Filthy Rich Republican Uncle
I started doing some research on box companies, found quite a few of them. Thing was for a very limited run of a very custom size the cost would have been more than I was comfortable spending when there was an easily obtained perfectly servicable alternative right at hand. Then moms kept at it and I began to think "hey, if it will shut her up on the subject for under a grand, what the hell?"
I had a brilliant idea. My filthy rich republican uncle is a very astute businessman. He has the ability to bore right into the center of an issue or debate and deconstruct it of all its distractions, siezing the very essence of the matter. I explained my mother's dislike of my current packaging, and ran the numbers of the new boxes down for him.
Then he saved my ass with one simple question.
Are you selling truffles, or boxes?
Thanks unc. That subject is now officially closed.