Whiskey,the Witch and the Weedeater. A TRUE STORY.

 

     Recently we had a customer drop off a weed trimmer for repair. After a full check-up I determined that the machine was beyond repair. So I left a voicemail for the customer to come & pick it up, no charge.
     When the customer came in that Friday, THE SMELL OF WHISKEY FILLED THE SHOWROOM, even before the customer got through the front door.
Partly because it was such a strong odor, and possibly also because it took him a while to get the door closed behind him, what with his foot still in it like that.
    

The next several minutes went something like this….
“Here is your trimmer Mr. Smith. Sorry, it’s shot.”
“That’s not my machine, Mine has an engine on it”
“You’re holding it upside down Mr. Smith”
“Oh, Yea. Well, this still isn’t mine, mine is green”
“That IS green, Mr. Smith”
“Oh, Yea. Well…It still aint mine. we’ll see about this”
He stumbled out, slamming the door 3 times behind him.
(On the third slam he finally got the trimmer all the way through the door.)
     I can’t tell you how surprised I was to see Mr. Smith back  at the shop 2 days later.
 He apologized for his behavior and said that         
It WAS his trimmer after all and, according to his witch of a wife, he was obligated to buy his new one from us.
     We gave Mr. Smith a $25 dollar credit for the diagnosis he had us do on
 the ‘upside down- not green- not mine’ trimmer and all was good!
As he left, Mr. Smith assured us nothing like this would ever happen again.
“my wife says I’m only allowed ‘STORE BOUGHT’ WHISKEY from now on..THAT WITCH!”

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