Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Let me kiss your ass & polish your trash cans

Almost every house on our block tips the guys who pick up the trash (Allied Waste). We don't, we believe in a job well done before gratuities. You can tell who tips because their trash cans are always brought up to the garage doors. Today, the trash guys were so busy kissing the neighbors asses & worrying about their tips, they completely overlooked our trash cans. If they hadn't gone out of their way to move the neighbors trash cans, I can forgive this oversight (not the first), but they did.

I'm melting, melting, melting..........

The school bus drops off kids at the end of my cul de sac. It rained this afternoon as it often does in the summer & 3 obnoxious vehicles blocked our street to pick up their prima donna kids. So what if your kid gets a little wet. When I was a kid, we brought umbrellas to school if we knew it was going to rain & walked all the way home even if we didn't have an umbrella.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Customer servicing?

I was at a chain craft supply store the other day & as I was checking out I handed the cashier a coupon I printed off their website. The cashier immediately asked me in a hushed voice, if I had another coupon on me. With a puzzled look on my face, I said "No, is there a problem with that one?" She said, "No, it's just that I really need one." I told her it could easily be printed off the internet. She said she didn't have the means to do so & asked me if I were coming back to the store, would I bring her a coupon." I told her I probably wasn't coming back to the store before the coupon expired since I was there that day and asked her why she needed one if she has an employee (with an employee discount). She said the discount wasn't much. As I was leaving, she asked me again to bring her a coupon when I came back.

Later that night I shared the odd experience with Bear and we both agreed it was strange. We likened it to giving a pizza delivery person a coupon & him asking if we had a coupon to spare.

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