I was vending at a con this past weekend. We got hit by an F1 tornado over the weekend, but luckily no damage to the building besides losing a loading door.
A customer walked up and started looking at my quilty goodies. He was mumbling softly under his breath, then said "Plastic?" as he looked up at me. He was pointing at my display of potholders and I had no idea what he was talking about.
"No.....they're made of cotton." I said, looking confused.
"Credit cards!" He shouted at me. "You fucking moron!" Then walked off. I was just like
Another vendor friend I know came up and asked me if I received a refund for the last show that we did together because it ended up being a bad show. I said that I didn't get a refund and wasn't expecting one. (It's incredibly rare to get a refund of booth rent for a show, unless the promoters cancelled it.) He then told me that he told the promoters that he wanted a refund, they refused, so he contacted his bank and said it was a fraudulent charge and got his money back.
A customer walked up and started looking at my quilty goodies. He was mumbling softly under his breath, then said "Plastic?" as he looked up at me. He was pointing at my display of potholders and I had no idea what he was talking about.
"No.....they're made of cotton." I said, looking confused.
"Credit cards!" He shouted at me. "You fucking moron!" Then walked off. I was just like
Another vendor friend I know came up and asked me if I received a refund for the last show that we did together because it ended up being a bad show. I said that I didn't get a refund and wasn't expecting one. (It's incredibly rare to get a refund of booth rent for a show, unless the promoters cancelled it.) He then told me that he told the promoters that he wanted a refund, they refused, so he contacted his bank and said it was a fraudulent charge and got his money back.
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