I've been invited to go to V1rginia next week to be part of a sales pitch. As part of my research before the trip, I spent two hours yesterday looking up remote-controlled cars (RC cars--for those in the know. And that's me now, baby!) We're proposing a team-building game using the cars, so I had to call a local hobby shop to get prices.
"Hi. Do you have the ________ in stock?"
"Hold on, ma'am, I'll check" (cue really bad pop songs) He came back on, "We don't. I can look it up for you, do you know if it has a specific number?"
I click over to the website and check, "No, it was due out this summer and may not have been released yet."
"Let me look" (more bad music), "Ma'am? I'm not seeing it in the system, can you tell me anything else about it."
"Well, it's a kit car not an RTR (ready-to-run)."
"Oh! That helps." After a couple minutes, he comes back with the price for the car. I ask him, "That's just the car, right, I'd still need to get the controller?" He confirmed that and chatted a bit, then I hung up.
My coworker laughed after I hung up and stated matter-of-factly, "That guy thinks he just met the woman of his dreams."
5 comments:
Your story and your co-worker's comment just made my day! Too funny.
So funny!
Remarkable short story. Sell it.
I bet u did make his day:)
You read my comment and flipped it off, didn't you?
"Oh, well, there goes Dad again."
There are RC magazines. Shape up your story. Put in the actual data. Make the bad pop music more explicit.
You can probably pick up a C-note for ten minutes work.
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