Bloody hell, it' only Monday and I have two postworthy jerks I must vent about. Once again, I'm ripping off the popular format.....
I didn't read the sign I looked at four times!
As I have mentioned in the past, I work the service counter during the week, so I normally only deal with mechanics and service writers. If they get sucky with me, I tell them exactly where to go and give them a map on how to get there. But I digress.....
I was sitting at my computer working on a couple of used car invoices. I look up at the window in front of me, and this old guy is staring in at me as he walks slowly past. Weird, but whatever. People look in all the time, since this window looks out at the service drive where customers bring their cars in. I go back to my invoices, and look up again in a moment and this same guy is staring in at me. He sees me see him, and walks away slowly. I think, "This guys gonna come in here, I know it." I'm intuitive like that. I get up and walk up front to finish my paperwork, and as I'm coming back I see the same douche staring at the outside of my door. What the hell, man? Not two seconds pass and he walks in.
I should mention that the window he was looking into says "Mechanics Only" in foot-tall letters. My door has a red sign at eye-level that says "Employees Only". The way he looked in and the way he was looking at the door, I know he saw them and read them. "Signs?!? I am an SC, they don't apply!"
Me: Too busy for old farts
OF: Old fart
C: Parts guy
Mechanic: Two guesses....
OF: I have some questions about my truck that you can help me with.
Me: I'm sorry sir, this counter is for mechanics, I need you to go to the retail counter. They will be happy to help you.
OF: I don't want to walk over there, so you can help me.
C: Sir, the retail counter is up front around the corner.
Me: Sir, I need to keep this counter available for the mechanics. That's why I'm here.
OF: Don't want to work, huh?
Now I'm getting heated. I bust my ass at work, consistently in the top three in sales every month, if not #1. I work. All. Day. Long.
Me: Sir, I am working. This is my job. If I am helping you instead of the mechanics, I'm not doing my job. We have a counter just for you. It's called the retail counter and it's up front.
OF: Now, see here, young man! I am a cus-
At this point a mechanic came in and I reached right past this douche-liner and took the mechanic's parts requisition. The look on OF's face was pretty sweet.
OF: <leaves, with threats of lost jobs and such.>
Mechanic: I don't think he likes you.
C: Notice Jaded is giving his "I-don't-give-a-shit" face.
It ain't over. A few minutes later my boss came back with his "Why do I have to do this?" look.
Boss: Jaded, what did you tell that gentleman?
Me: I told him he needed to use the retail counter. He didn't like that much.
Boss: That's all you said?
Me: Pretty much. I told him if I let him stay back here then I can't help the mechanics, and that we have a counter that's just for him.
Boss: OK
C: What did he say happened?
Boss: He says you threw him out and didn't feel like working.
Me & C:
What is this "No Soliciting" you speak of?
This one isn't really a customer, since she wasn't intent on buying anything, but I ain't doin' a separate post just for her.
I was helping a mechanic with a big repair order when this scantily clad girl with a European accent comes strolling in.This story's lookin' up, right? Uh, no.
She was carrying a box so my first thought was that she was a delivery driver. In my town scantily clad girls are used quite often for this purpose. I'm not complaining about that.
Sadly, she was selling useless crap.
Girl: I am Inga, buy my crap!
Me: You forgot already?
Mechanic: My hairdresser
SD: Service Director
Me: Hello. Is this a drop off?
Girl: No, I am with <some company I've never heard of> and we are selling this useless crap. This is a children's book that most kids love! You should get it for your kids!
Me: I don't have kids.
Girl: Oh! Then for your little brothers and sisters!
Me: The youngest is 24, and her reading level is quite advanced.
Girl: Maybe for your little nieces and nephews? Children love this book!<Yeah, you mentioned that>
Me: My niece is a holy terror and I don't buy her anything.
Girl: <giving up on the book> I have these sports watches that men love!<seeing a pattern?>
Me: <holding up both wrists> I don't wear a watch.
Girl: Oh, but they retail for $25! I will sell you four for $20! This is a good deal!
Me: I don't need one watch, let alone four. $20 will supply me with beer for a week.
Girl: OK.<turns to mechanic> Hello.....
Mechanic: The fuck makes you think I want any of that crap?
Girl: .................OK! I will see you guys later!<walks out the door>
By now the service director has figured out that there is a solicitor in the building, and he meets her coming out the door.
SD: You! By any chance did you happen to notice any one of the several "No Soliciting" signs that you went strolling past? You are trespassing! Leave!
Girl: I don't speak the English so good.......
SD: You speak it better than that. Out, before I have you arrested!
Girl: OK, I go.......
Me:
She was cute, too. Oh well.
I hope I don't have two SC's everyday this week.
I didn't read the sign I looked at four times!
As I have mentioned in the past, I work the service counter during the week, so I normally only deal with mechanics and service writers. If they get sucky with me, I tell them exactly where to go and give them a map on how to get there. But I digress.....
I was sitting at my computer working on a couple of used car invoices. I look up at the window in front of me, and this old guy is staring in at me as he walks slowly past. Weird, but whatever. People look in all the time, since this window looks out at the service drive where customers bring their cars in. I go back to my invoices, and look up again in a moment and this same guy is staring in at me. He sees me see him, and walks away slowly. I think, "This guys gonna come in here, I know it." I'm intuitive like that. I get up and walk up front to finish my paperwork, and as I'm coming back I see the same douche staring at the outside of my door. What the hell, man? Not two seconds pass and he walks in.
I should mention that the window he was looking into says "Mechanics Only" in foot-tall letters. My door has a red sign at eye-level that says "Employees Only". The way he looked in and the way he was looking at the door, I know he saw them and read them. "Signs?!? I am an SC, they don't apply!"
Me: Too busy for old farts
OF: Old fart
C: Parts guy
Mechanic: Two guesses....
OF: I have some questions about my truck that you can help me with.
Me: I'm sorry sir, this counter is for mechanics, I need you to go to the retail counter. They will be happy to help you.
OF: I don't want to walk over there, so you can help me.
C: Sir, the retail counter is up front around the corner.
Me: Sir, I need to keep this counter available for the mechanics. That's why I'm here.
OF: Don't want to work, huh?
Now I'm getting heated. I bust my ass at work, consistently in the top three in sales every month, if not #1. I work. All. Day. Long.
Me: Sir, I am working. This is my job. If I am helping you instead of the mechanics, I'm not doing my job. We have a counter just for you. It's called the retail counter and it's up front.
OF: Now, see here, young man! I am a cus-
At this point a mechanic came in and I reached right past this douche-liner and took the mechanic's parts requisition. The look on OF's face was pretty sweet.
OF: <leaves, with threats of lost jobs and such.>
Mechanic: I don't think he likes you.
C: Notice Jaded is giving his "I-don't-give-a-shit" face.
It ain't over. A few minutes later my boss came back with his "Why do I have to do this?" look.
Boss: Jaded, what did you tell that gentleman?
Me: I told him he needed to use the retail counter. He didn't like that much.
Boss: That's all you said?
Me: Pretty much. I told him if I let him stay back here then I can't help the mechanics, and that we have a counter that's just for him.
Boss: OK
C: What did he say happened?
Boss: He says you threw him out and didn't feel like working.
Me & C:
What is this "No Soliciting" you speak of?
This one isn't really a customer, since she wasn't intent on buying anything, but I ain't doin' a separate post just for her.
I was helping a mechanic with a big repair order when this scantily clad girl with a European accent comes strolling in.This story's lookin' up, right? Uh, no.
She was carrying a box so my first thought was that she was a delivery driver. In my town scantily clad girls are used quite often for this purpose. I'm not complaining about that.
Sadly, she was selling useless crap.
Girl: I am Inga, buy my crap!
Me: You forgot already?
Mechanic: My hairdresser
SD: Service Director
Me: Hello. Is this a drop off?
Girl: No, I am with <some company I've never heard of> and we are selling this useless crap. This is a children's book that most kids love! You should get it for your kids!
Me: I don't have kids.
Girl: Oh! Then for your little brothers and sisters!
Me: The youngest is 24, and her reading level is quite advanced.
Girl: Maybe for your little nieces and nephews? Children love this book!<Yeah, you mentioned that>
Me: My niece is a holy terror and I don't buy her anything.
Girl: <giving up on the book> I have these sports watches that men love!<seeing a pattern?>
Me: <holding up both wrists> I don't wear a watch.
Girl: Oh, but they retail for $25! I will sell you four for $20! This is a good deal!
Me: I don't need one watch, let alone four. $20 will supply me with beer for a week.
Girl: OK.<turns to mechanic> Hello.....
Mechanic: The fuck makes you think I want any of that crap?
Girl: .................OK! I will see you guys later!<walks out the door>
By now the service director has figured out that there is a solicitor in the building, and he meets her coming out the door.
SD: You! By any chance did you happen to notice any one of the several "No Soliciting" signs that you went strolling past? You are trespassing! Leave!
Girl: I don't speak the English so good.......
SD: You speak it better than that. Out, before I have you arrested!
Girl: OK, I go.......
Me:
She was cute, too. Oh well.
I hope I don't have two SC's everyday this week.
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