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Hi everyone. I haven't posted a new thread yet...hope I do everything right 
Anyways, I'm out of retail now
but a few years ago I worked at an upscale furniture company. We offer "home plans" which is basically free in-home design service to purchasing customers. I get this couple that came in a few times to look at a bedroom suite, and they obviously have loads of money.
I, by the way, was (and still am) a poor college student.
Anyways, on New Years Day, that company's biggest sales day of the year, they come in and want me to bring a sample of the wood to their house before they make a decision. Normally, I wouldn't have been able to do it that day, but since the rush had died down, my manager okay'd it. That was were it all started.
So, I drive over there. Normally I don't park in people's driveways, but I had a hard time seeing the house numbers, pulled into the driveway to get a closer look, decided to just park there. I go inside, things are going good. I didn't understand why they wanted a sample of the wood and were comparing it to their old bedroom furniture...as they said they were not keeping any of it. Whatever.
They buy the whole set, which comes to about ten grand. Give me their CC number, jokingly saying "now, don't get into an accident on the way back with the number!" Heh-heh, not really funny. I go to leave. I have a bunch of crap in my hands. I got out a different door than I came in, trying to find my car keys, not paying attention to anything else. I get in the car, which a giant, ugly, embarrassing truck that my boyfriend and I were borrowing from his grandpa, because our car was down and we didn't have the money yet to fix it.
I start the car, look in the rearview mirror on the windshield and proceed to back up. I hear a sound that is similar to tires driving over snow. We just had a big snow storm and I thought to myself "hhmm...I didn't remember seeing any snow on the drive---SHIT!"
I had just backed into their daughter's car.
This car was not their before...she had come home when I was inside. I totally gouged the fender of this shiny new Jetta. Remember me saying the car wasn't in my name?
Now I have to go to their door and tell them I backed into their car. The lady answers and says "OH! I'm sorry! Is Anna's car in your way? Let me get her to move it!"
Me:"Uh, well, that's what I...I...well, I was backing out and scraped her fender."
The lady has a shocked look on her face and says "hold on" and slams the door. I see her come out of the garage and go look at it. I'm physically shaking at that point. They come out and take pictures of everything. We go back inside and I give them my drivers license and the insurance card. Now I have to explain why the car is not in my name. They are very suspicious now. And, while the wife was digging out her credit card earlier, in conversation with the husband, husband asks me where I live (not the most appropriate question I think). I say I live right down the road in the apartments on the corner. I actually lived in the apartments next to those, but they are not as nice, so I fibbed. Didn't think it would matter. Not only does the guy know the landlord of the apartments I do not really live in and I have to fake my way out of that, now they have my actual address, which is not in that apartment complex. They didn't say anything about that, but I'm sure they noticed.
So, now I have call my boyfriends grandpa and explain it to him and go back to work and explain why I'm late and explain it to my boyfriend. I get back to work and go up to my boss, who is thankfully very cool. She stops me and says "don't worry, I know." Apparently they had called my company to ask if I really had insurance. At that point, I broke down crying.
Everything ended up being fine. They got their car fixed fine. The girl was actually leaving for college the next day and wasn't taking her car, so she didn't need it. And the tank of a truck I was driving didn't have a scratch on it. And they still bought the furniture. But I was mortified.
Anyways, I'm out of retail now
but a few years ago I worked at an upscale furniture company. We offer "home plans" which is basically free in-home design service to purchasing customers. I get this couple that came in a few times to look at a bedroom suite, and they obviously have loads of money.I, by the way, was (and still am) a poor college student.
Anyways, on New Years Day, that company's biggest sales day of the year, they come in and want me to bring a sample of the wood to their house before they make a decision. Normally, I wouldn't have been able to do it that day, but since the rush had died down, my manager okay'd it. That was were it all started.
So, I drive over there. Normally I don't park in people's driveways, but I had a hard time seeing the house numbers, pulled into the driveway to get a closer look, decided to just park there. I go inside, things are going good. I didn't understand why they wanted a sample of the wood and were comparing it to their old bedroom furniture...as they said they were not keeping any of it. Whatever.
They buy the whole set, which comes to about ten grand. Give me their CC number, jokingly saying "now, don't get into an accident on the way back with the number!" Heh-heh, not really funny. I go to leave. I have a bunch of crap in my hands. I got out a different door than I came in, trying to find my car keys, not paying attention to anything else. I get in the car, which a giant, ugly, embarrassing truck that my boyfriend and I were borrowing from his grandpa, because our car was down and we didn't have the money yet to fix it.
I start the car, look in the rearview mirror on the windshield and proceed to back up. I hear a sound that is similar to tires driving over snow. We just had a big snow storm and I thought to myself "hhmm...I didn't remember seeing any snow on the drive---SHIT!"
I had just backed into their daughter's car.
This car was not their before...she had come home when I was inside. I totally gouged the fender of this shiny new Jetta. Remember me saying the car wasn't in my name?
Now I have to go to their door and tell them I backed into their car. The lady answers and says "OH! I'm sorry! Is Anna's car in your way? Let me get her to move it!"
Me:"Uh, well, that's what I...I...well, I was backing out and scraped her fender."
The lady has a shocked look on her face and says "hold on" and slams the door. I see her come out of the garage and go look at it. I'm physically shaking at that point. They come out and take pictures of everything. We go back inside and I give them my drivers license and the insurance card. Now I have to explain why the car is not in my name. They are very suspicious now. And, while the wife was digging out her credit card earlier, in conversation with the husband, husband asks me where I live (not the most appropriate question I think). I say I live right down the road in the apartments on the corner. I actually lived in the apartments next to those, but they are not as nice, so I fibbed. Didn't think it would matter. Not only does the guy know the landlord of the apartments I do not really live in and I have to fake my way out of that, now they have my actual address, which is not in that apartment complex. They didn't say anything about that, but I'm sure they noticed.
So, now I have call my boyfriends grandpa and explain it to him and go back to work and explain why I'm late and explain it to my boyfriend. I get back to work and go up to my boss, who is thankfully very cool. She stops me and says "don't worry, I know." Apparently they had called my company to ask if I really had insurance. At that point, I broke down crying.
Everything ended up being fine. They got their car fixed fine. The girl was actually leaving for college the next day and wasn't taking her car, so she didn't need it. And the tank of a truck I was driving didn't have a scratch on it. And they still bought the furniture. But I was mortified.
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