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Boo hoo! No parking!
As it is in the big city, really urban is what we are, space is limited. Our garage sucks, I admit. Its soooo tiny. We have no valet as well. Note to all readers: if you're gonna stay at a big city, urban kind of place, take a taxi or subway! Space is limited! Most are smart and do. The rest don't. Ok I admit, when I was a noob driver, back in my early 20s, I once made this error, but I didn't going ranting and raving like this douche, I blamed my own stupidity. Really.
AD: Angry dummy
Me: Wondering why I bother
OMS: my manager, the night manager
So I arrive and this uh, peppy middle aged guy checks in. Everything goes okay. His manner seemed kind of sharp, edging on rudeness but I chalked it up to late night tiredness. I'm so used to it.
I explain where the garage is, blah blah blah. He never been here, it looks like, so I hope he knows that space is limited in the city. My hope is in vain.
He comes back after a few minutes.
Me: Hi! Can I help you?
AD: *evil glare* ...You're kidding right?
Me: Excuse me?
AD: About THAT garage. Nothing except motorcycles can fit in there! I can barely fit and I can't even open my car doors!
Me: Er....I'm sorry sir. *thinks: Really, then how come all the cars are in there?*
AD: Where ELSE can I park!
Me: Um, well, my manager says it's okay to park right across the street.
AD: *snappily* Oh yeah? And is HEEEE going to pay for when I get a ticket? It says two hour parking.
Me: *knows he's the type to not believe, unless a "manager" says so* Okay let me call him and you can talk to him.
AD: You do that!!!!
Me: Hello OMS? *explains situation* Can you talk to him?
OMS: Well...... I dunno what I can say.......*reluctantly* but ok.
Me: Here *gives phone*
AD: *snatches it and walks away* Yeah my name is AD. *in a much politer voice than when he spoke to me* Are you sure I can park there? *pause* Okay and if I get a ticket you will reimburse me? *pause* Okay and what is your name? *pause* OMS. Ok, thanks, OMS. *hangs up and thrusts phone back at me*
Me: Thanks. I'm sorry for all the trouble.
AD: ...You know, they should put up on your website that space is limited!
Me: Yes, I know. I've told the sales manager, the one who runs the website, to do it, but she won't.
AD: Your sales manager is a liar and thief!!!
Me: *to self: no she's just lazy idiot that won't inform other idiots* Sorry again.
AD: I expected much more!!
He storms away, and I'm glad he's gone. Our sales manager may be a liar and a thief, but he's a dumbass. Since when did we turn into a garage?
As it is in the big city, really urban is what we are, space is limited. Our garage sucks, I admit. Its soooo tiny. We have no valet as well. Note to all readers: if you're gonna stay at a big city, urban kind of place, take a taxi or subway! Space is limited! Most are smart and do. The rest don't. Ok I admit, when I was a noob driver, back in my early 20s, I once made this error, but I didn't going ranting and raving like this douche, I blamed my own stupidity. Really.
AD: Angry dummy
Me: Wondering why I bother
OMS: my manager, the night manager
So I arrive and this uh, peppy middle aged guy checks in. Everything goes okay. His manner seemed kind of sharp, edging on rudeness but I chalked it up to late night tiredness. I'm so used to it.
I explain where the garage is, blah blah blah. He never been here, it looks like, so I hope he knows that space is limited in the city. My hope is in vain.
He comes back after a few minutes.
Me: Hi! Can I help you?
AD: *evil glare* ...You're kidding right?
Me: Excuse me?
AD: About THAT garage. Nothing except motorcycles can fit in there! I can barely fit and I can't even open my car doors!
Me: Er....I'm sorry sir. *thinks: Really, then how come all the cars are in there?*
AD: Where ELSE can I park!
Me: Um, well, my manager says it's okay to park right across the street.
AD: *snappily* Oh yeah? And is HEEEE going to pay for when I get a ticket? It says two hour parking.
Me: *knows he's the type to not believe, unless a "manager" says so* Okay let me call him and you can talk to him.
AD: You do that!!!!
Me: Hello OMS? *explains situation* Can you talk to him?
OMS: Well...... I dunno what I can say.......*reluctantly* but ok.
Me: Here *gives phone*
AD: *snatches it and walks away* Yeah my name is AD. *in a much politer voice than when he spoke to me* Are you sure I can park there? *pause* Okay and if I get a ticket you will reimburse me? *pause* Okay and what is your name? *pause* OMS. Ok, thanks, OMS. *hangs up and thrusts phone back at me*
Me: Thanks. I'm sorry for all the trouble.
AD: ...You know, they should put up on your website that space is limited!
Me: Yes, I know. I've told the sales manager, the one who runs the website, to do it, but she won't.
AD: Your sales manager is a liar and thief!!!
Me: *to self: no she's just lazy idiot that won't inform other idiots* Sorry again.
AD: I expected much more!!
He storms away, and I'm glad he's gone. Our sales manager may be a liar and a thief, but he's a dumbass. Since when did we turn into a garage?
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