Zee
Supportive Member
Today.
A pretty well off customer in one of the high end retirement communities in San Diego County.
We're going through the whole spiel...carpet conditions... Husband's health conditions that causes him to take very small steps and shuffle like crazy. I was in my 6th attempt to explain why the 9 month old berber is beat up -badly - in his traffic lanes....but no problems in her bedroom area. She kept interrupting and diverting my attention from what I was trying to say....you know the type.. She kept calling me "babe"..and then laugh "oh don't bring me up on sexual harrasment I call people names...is that OK if I use bad words?"
So I made her understanding "yes, anything you'd like..it's your castle your rules ma'am."
She offered me lunch... Drinks...
I declined nicely, since I just came from lunch. I'm not proud of it: I ate panda express. Had chowmein and fried rice with walnut shrimp and kung pow chicken. (this is part of the story but I didn't tell her what I ate)
So I'm working...
She is making herself lunch.
And finally she sits herself at the formal dining table: a freaking cheese quesadilla with some sort of veggie salsa poured over it.
And she victoriously announces in this bitchy annoying voice: "sooorryyy about that, I'm sure this looks way better than what you had for lunch... Well it's your fault, I offered you lunch too..too bad!!"
And she starts eating like she just won some sort of battle.
Oh my freaking goodness....
I could barely hold my laughter back while I said "oh it's ok, like I said ma'am, I already had lunch. I ate walnut honey shrimp etcetera"
That got her upset and she would barely look at me from then on....and she left me in the house...as she drove off.
I'm telling you guys....you all wish for rich customers, until you get them every day!
Then you start appreciating your double wide trailerhome customers who appreciate you and respect you, while happily paying you hunnert fitty.
A pretty well off customer in one of the high end retirement communities in San Diego County.
We're going through the whole spiel...carpet conditions... Husband's health conditions that causes him to take very small steps and shuffle like crazy. I was in my 6th attempt to explain why the 9 month old berber is beat up -badly - in his traffic lanes....but no problems in her bedroom area. She kept interrupting and diverting my attention from what I was trying to say....you know the type.. She kept calling me "babe"..and then laugh "oh don't bring me up on sexual harrasment I call people names...is that OK if I use bad words?"
So I made her understanding "yes, anything you'd like..it's your castle your rules ma'am."
She offered me lunch... Drinks...
I declined nicely, since I just came from lunch. I'm not proud of it: I ate panda express. Had chowmein and fried rice with walnut shrimp and kung pow chicken. (this is part of the story but I didn't tell her what I ate)
So I'm working...
She is making herself lunch.
And finally she sits herself at the formal dining table: a freaking cheese quesadilla with some sort of veggie salsa poured over it.
And she victoriously announces in this bitchy annoying voice: "sooorryyy about that, I'm sure this looks way better than what you had for lunch... Well it's your fault, I offered you lunch too..too bad!!"
And she starts eating like she just won some sort of battle.
Oh my freaking goodness....
I could barely hold my laughter back while I said "oh it's ok, like I said ma'am, I already had lunch. I ate walnut honey shrimp etcetera"
That got her upset and she would barely look at me from then on....and she left me in the house...as she drove off.
I'm telling you guys....you all wish for rich customers, until you get them every day!
Then you start appreciating your double wide trailerhome customers who appreciate you and respect you, while happily paying you hunnert fitty.
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