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My only day with serious SC potential is Saturday, since that's the only day I really deal with the public. This guy was a real winner.
Me: Headbangin' to Beethoven
J: Coworker
CJ: Carhartt Jackass
P: Parts guy at GM dealer up the street
MINOR BAD SWEARS AND DEROGATORY REFERENCES AHEAD
No offense to people who wear a Carhartt jacket for work, but I've noticed that SC-ness and Carhartt jackets seem to go hand in hand.......
J and I listen to the local classical music station on Saturdays. It's low-key, calm, and soothing. Unless you are an asshat. Read on.
CJ was a real winner. Big lump of chew in his lip, looked like he hadn't bathed for a week, after he rolled in mud and grease. His precious jacket looked like it had seen better days as well.
Me: <to CJ> Good morning, Can I help you?
CJ: Yeah, I need a door handle for a..........what the hell are you guys listening to?
Me: Classical.<give a quizzical glance to J>
CJ: You should turn that shit off. I don't want to hear it.
Me: What kind of car do you need a door handle for?
CJ: Turn off this faggotty-ass music and I'll tell you.
Me: The music is fine. What kind of vehicle are you working on?
CJ: Get me your manager. I don't have to listen to this shit.
Me:
My manager is down at the warehouse at the moment. He won't be back up for about 20 minutes.
CJ: I guess I'll take my business elsewhere then. I don't buy parts from faggots. <leaves>
J: What the hell just happened?
Me: Just a redneck showing his stripes.
I called over to our nearest competitor, another GM dealer just up the street. I know these guys very well. This was the most likely place for CJ to go.
P: <on phone> Good morning, parts, this is P, can I help you?
Me: Dude, some asshat is most likely on his way over there<told him the story of CJ> turn on <classical station>.
P: Consider it done.
P called me back in about 5 minutes. CJ came in the door, took one listen to the great works of long-dead geniuses wafting gently from the radio, said "Apparently this places is full of faggots too" and left. PWNED!!!1!1! LOLZ!
As far as I know, his door handle is still broken.
The next time I hear R&B, pop, or rap music playing in a business, I'll refuse to do business with them unless they turn it off. Or not. It doesn't seem to works out so well.
Me: Headbangin' to Beethoven
J: Coworker
CJ: Carhartt Jackass
P: Parts guy at GM dealer up the street
MINOR BAD SWEARS AND DEROGATORY REFERENCES AHEAD
No offense to people who wear a Carhartt jacket for work, but I've noticed that SC-ness and Carhartt jackets seem to go hand in hand.......
J and I listen to the local classical music station on Saturdays. It's low-key, calm, and soothing. Unless you are an asshat. Read on.
CJ was a real winner. Big lump of chew in his lip, looked like he hadn't bathed for a week, after he rolled in mud and grease. His precious jacket looked like it had seen better days as well.
Me: <to CJ> Good morning, Can I help you?
CJ: Yeah, I need a door handle for a..........what the hell are you guys listening to?
Me: Classical.<give a quizzical glance to J>
CJ: You should turn that shit off. I don't want to hear it.
Me: What kind of car do you need a door handle for?
CJ: Turn off this faggotty-ass music and I'll tell you.
Me: The music is fine. What kind of vehicle are you working on?
CJ: Get me your manager. I don't have to listen to this shit.
Me:
My manager is down at the warehouse at the moment. He won't be back up for about 20 minutes.CJ: I guess I'll take my business elsewhere then. I don't buy parts from faggots. <leaves>
J: What the hell just happened?
Me: Just a redneck showing his stripes.
I called over to our nearest competitor, another GM dealer just up the street. I know these guys very well. This was the most likely place for CJ to go.
P: <on phone> Good morning, parts, this is P, can I help you?
Me: Dude, some asshat is most likely on his way over there<told him the story of CJ> turn on <classical station>.
P: Consider it done.
P called me back in about 5 minutes. CJ came in the door, took one listen to the great works of long-dead geniuses wafting gently from the radio, said "Apparently this places is full of faggots too" and left. PWNED!!!1!1! LOLZ!
As far as I know, his door handle is still broken.
The next time I hear R&B, pop, or rap music playing in a business, I'll refuse to do business with them unless they turn it off. Or not. It doesn't seem to works out so well.
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