the old gjy that put his son though college by selling hot dogs from a vendors cart in NYC....the kid becomes a hot shot stock broker and visits his Dad once a week.....the old guys still selling his hot dogs just like he has for the last 50 years....
the son asks..."how many dogs a week Dad"...to which the old guy replies..."same as forever, a thousand giive or take a dozen".
The stock broker son recoils in horror and states..."Dad don't you know that we in a delcining economy and that people won't be able to continue to buy at that level and at your price?"....so the old guy, who's just a vendor, listens to his son, who after all is a Stock Broker, and changes his brand of hot dog from the premium kosher product he'd always sold, reduced the number he ordered, and lowered his price so that he wouldn't lose business...
The next week the son asked his Dad..."how many did you seel this week"...the old man shakily replied, "only 500 son it would appear that you are right, no one has the money to spend like they used to"...as he left the son warned his Dad that things were going to get worse before they got better.
The next week the old man went with an even cheaper product, reduced then number of condiments, bought day old buns, cut his order by another 25% nd again lowered his price in hopes of getting the lost business back...
When the son visited at the end of the week and asked how things were going the old man was nearly in tears....he had sold only half of the 300 hot dogs that he had ordered and was now faced with the prospect of not having the money to replenish his cart and would have to, for the first time in his fifty years of selling hot dogs, carry stock over to the next week.... The stockbroker son assured him that he was doing the right thing because "times were tough" and that afterall the father had been "warned"...
The visit the following week found the old mans corner, the place from which he had sold Hot Dogs for fifty years and from where he had supported his family and sent his Stock Broker son through college occupied by another cart which was selling the same high quality kosher dogs with a full range of condiments that the old man "used to sell and the line to buy fromthe vendor was quque'd down the street. The son found the old man, broken and in tears, at his home. The Father lifted his wet face to the son and said "you were right son, the economy is in the tank and I can no longer make a living selling hotdogs like I have my entire life"...the Stock Broker Son agreed, said "see, I told you" and left....(make up your own version of what happened to the old guy from here)...
Now this story is 30 plus years old but it is, or at least still shold be, valid...QUALITY has a value....going cheap has a cost.....as you said Lee nothing changes which is obvious when "good enough" becomes the standard by which we measure quality.
Steve