Customers from Hell
The customer is always right. And yet, as 'listentomyopinion' writes, this is utter bollocks.
Tell us of the customers who were wrong, wrong, wrong but you still had to smile at (if only to take their money.)
( , Thu 4 Sep 2008, 16:42)
The customer is always right. And yet, as 'listentomyopinion' writes, this is utter bollocks.
Tell us of the customers who were wrong, wrong, wrong but you still had to smile at (if only to take their money.)
( , Thu 4 Sep 2008, 16:42)
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Car salesman
My ex father in law (deceased) was a used car salesman all the time I knew him. Unfortunately he suffered from a genetic condition that didn’t sit well with his chosen profession.
He absolutely, irrevocably, detested people. Couldn’t stand them. Which was odd, as despite this slight design flaw, he spent most of his time either (a) at work, or (b) in the pub.
Anyway, one day back in the early 90’s he’s working in the showroom when a middle aged woman comes in. He lets her look around for a bit, then decides to go over and ask if he can help. The potential customer replies that she’s looking for a runaround for herself; something small, cheap to run and easy to park. Thinking he has just the thing, he takes her onto the forecourt and points out a Nissan Micra.
“Oh no, that’s no good”, she says, shaking her head.
“Madam, this car meets all of your requirements, it would be perfect for you”.
“No, I couldn’t possibly drive this; it’s dangerous”.
“Madam, this car has been checked and re-checked; given a full service and has a new set of brakes; what gives you the idea that it’s dangerous?”
“It’s red”.
“What?”
“It’s red. I read an article that said that there are more red cars involved in accidents than any other colour. I don’t want a red car, so I’ll be less likely to have an accident”.
“Madam,” he said through slightly gritted teeth, “the reason there are more red cars involved in accidents is because there are more red cars on the roads than any other colour…”
( , Mon 8 Sep 2008, 12:28, 3 replies)
My ex father in law (deceased) was a used car salesman all the time I knew him. Unfortunately he suffered from a genetic condition that didn’t sit well with his chosen profession.
He absolutely, irrevocably, detested people. Couldn’t stand them. Which was odd, as despite this slight design flaw, he spent most of his time either (a) at work, or (b) in the pub.
Anyway, one day back in the early 90’s he’s working in the showroom when a middle aged woman comes in. He lets her look around for a bit, then decides to go over and ask if he can help. The potential customer replies that she’s looking for a runaround for herself; something small, cheap to run and easy to park. Thinking he has just the thing, he takes her onto the forecourt and points out a Nissan Micra.
“Oh no, that’s no good”, she says, shaking her head.
“Madam, this car meets all of your requirements, it would be perfect for you”.
“No, I couldn’t possibly drive this; it’s dangerous”.
“Madam, this car has been checked and re-checked; given a full service and has a new set of brakes; what gives you the idea that it’s dangerous?”
“It’s red”.
“What?”
“It’s red. I read an article that said that there are more red cars involved in accidents than any other colour. I don’t want a red car, so I’ll be less likely to have an accident”.
“Madam,” he said through slightly gritted teeth, “the reason there are more red cars involved in accidents is because there are more red cars on the roads than any other colour…”
( , Mon 8 Sep 2008, 12:28, 3 replies)
There are also
more red cars nicked than any other colour. Bizarre, huh?
( , Mon 8 Sep 2008, 14:35, closed)
more red cars nicked than any other colour. Bizarre, huh?
( , Mon 8 Sep 2008, 14:35, closed)
I read that article and won't have a red car .
Daft I know but your just tempting fate if you buy a red car. *laughs*
Us women and our silly little ways : )
( , Mon 8 Sep 2008, 16:13, closed)
Daft I know but your just tempting fate if you buy a red car. *laughs*
Us women and our silly little ways : )
( , Mon 8 Sep 2008, 16:13, closed)
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