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.
4 comments:
Ah, the humanity! It's so difficult not to plug in to people when they are laying on their horn and pressing every emotional button on your entire mental dashboard! I constantly come up with "what I should have said" and later ask myself "Why didn't I handle that differently?" The short answer is your inner child is pretty frickin' tired of getting kicked around after 61 years of people shitting on you, and so it's the fastest thing out of the hangar in case of (verbal) attack/abuse. Punch back! Hard, Fast and as DIRTY as possible! STREET FIGHTING 101: Call him an asshole before he calls you one...
I sold a pair of glasses to a Car Man and told him about this site.
power to you bro!
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