PHONE CALL: 6:10 PM:
“Good evening, Sledgeway Chevrolet. May I help you?"
“Let me talk to service.”
“Sorry, sir. The service department is closed for the evening."
“Closed, heh?”
“Yes.”
“I wish I had a job like that.”
“Me too.”
“So they’re closed. With hours like that you think I could get a job back there?”
“I don’t know, sir, you’d have to talk to service about that. This is the sales department.”
“Oh, so you’re one of those dealer scumbags, heh?”
WHAT I SHOULD HAVE SAID:
“Gee, sir. There’s no need to talk to me like that. You don’t even know me. I’m just a working stiff like you, just trying to make a living for my family. I know you’re stressed out about something, and I sure know where you’re coming from. My job is as stressful as they get. But remember, in this life men are all brothers. Now tell me, is there anything I can do for you that might help you out tonight?”
OR:
"That's MISTER Scumbag to you, Dude!"
WHAT I DID SAY:
“Hey, buddy? Fuck you!”
IRONIC REPLY:
“Fuck you too, you asshole!
(CLICK)
I’m the asshole?! I’m the freaking asshole?! How does he figure that?
Later that evening while driving home, I looked at myself in the review mirror and reflected on the situation.
Maybe I am an asshole.
