Customer Service that Sucks!
I was heading home from work the other day and stopped by the grocery store to grab something for dinner. I was greeted at the door by the manager who shook his head and apologized because they were all out of food. Zip…gone….nada. I shook his hand and told him I understood….these things happen.
I headed for the liquor store figuring I would have to drink dinner that night. But lo and behold, the manager there was nearly in tears because they had run out of liquor. I spent a few minutes consoling him and assured him life would go on.
When I finally got to the daycare center, I was told they had left the back door open and the kids had gotten away. They were somewhat confident they would find them but they weren’t sure when. I told them my kids were quite resourceful and I wasn’t too worried. I thanked them for their obvious concern.
With little else to do, I ventured over to Larry’s Lures on Eighth Street. I stopped at the counter and asked where I would find the yellow zidsquidlers. Larry came out from behind the counter and headed down one of the aisles. There he pointed at a rack and began reciting, “Gold, deep banana, shiny corn, fluorescent honey.” Then, he paused. “I’ll be danged,” he muttered. “Seems like we are plumb out of yellow zidsquidlers."
“What?” I shouted. I reached up and grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him away from the stand. With my finger shaking in fright, I pointed to all the colors Larry had just listed. Sure enough, a stocking tag waved in the breeze as it hung from the hanger. I squinted and read, “Yellow” on that tag.
“Why you shorn of a batch!” I grabbed him by the collar and held him firmly against the wall. “How big of an ID ten T are you, Larry? They’ll just laugh at the gold, banana, corn and honey zidsquidlers. They are attacking the yellow, Larry!!! You should know that! Of all the people in this world, you should know that!!!”
I was still fuming when I pulled the car back into the driveway. The kids were waiting at the door. “We’re hungry,” they recited in unison. Man, did I need a drink now!
No yellow zidsquidlers. What a perfect way to ruin a wonderful evening.
My country, My God, My Zidsquidlers!
There’s just some things you don’t mess with.
[ 09-05-2003, 04:00 PM: Message edited by: Phil Layer ]
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