So I'm in red apron today buying flooring. I need four hundred square feet of tile for a giant sunroom that we're having made. (I've been waiting for something like ten or twelve years for this)
Long story short, I can't get what I want in the time frame the contractor would like. So I ask the woman what she can find for me inside of that time frame. So she's on the phone calling around.
Enter Bricktop. He's a middle aged jackass that thinks he's a special snowflake. He looks like Bricktop from Snatch. Worse, he acts a bit like Bricktop from Snatch. I'm wander over to where the woman helping me is on the phone, and I hear him saying shit like "well, if he wants my business, he'll give me a deal, wank wank wank etc." He ends this by thumping his card on the desk in front of her and saying "have him give me a call, if he wants my money, jerk jerk jerk etc." before stumping off.
The woman managed to mostly wipe off her "oh brother" look as she turned to me. I said "what a doucebag." and she just laughed and said, "That guy is a complete pain, he's in here every week trying to get discounts on non-discounted stuff." So we kind of had some fun at his expense making fun of him and commiserating on assholes we've had the pleasure of dealing with in retail.
So, they can't get enough of my tile fast enough. However, she had a deal I might be interested in.
The deal was a pile of clearanced tile, slightly darker and slightly smaller than I had picked out. And her boss has cleared her to sell it at .11 cents on the dollar, if she wanted to. Just get rid of it. It's gorgeous tile, the color of warm, mottled slate.
So, in practical terms, I was gonna pay what would probably end up in the neighborhood of nearly eight hundred dollars for the just the floor on this room. That was my allowance from the contractor. I paid out of pocket for entire load of tile.
It cost me 47 dollars and some change.
Seriously. Forty seven dollars. For four hundred plus square feet of beautiful tile.
So, Bricktop. Thanks for giving me a little something to bond with the flooring lady over. Because if you hadn't done that and I hadn't struck up a conversation with her, I would have probably been too hasty to run all over town looking for flooring and paid a shitload of money for it. And thanks for putting the idea of a discount into her head. Because you're right, discounts rock.
Long story short, I can't get what I want in the time frame the contractor would like. So I ask the woman what she can find for me inside of that time frame. So she's on the phone calling around.
Enter Bricktop. He's a middle aged jackass that thinks he's a special snowflake. He looks like Bricktop from Snatch. Worse, he acts a bit like Bricktop from Snatch. I'm wander over to where the woman helping me is on the phone, and I hear him saying shit like "well, if he wants my business, he'll give me a deal, wank wank wank etc." He ends this by thumping his card on the desk in front of her and saying "have him give me a call, if he wants my money, jerk jerk jerk etc." before stumping off.
The woman managed to mostly wipe off her "oh brother" look as she turned to me. I said "what a doucebag." and she just laughed and said, "That guy is a complete pain, he's in here every week trying to get discounts on non-discounted stuff." So we kind of had some fun at his expense making fun of him and commiserating on assholes we've had the pleasure of dealing with in retail.
So, they can't get enough of my tile fast enough. However, she had a deal I might be interested in.
The deal was a pile of clearanced tile, slightly darker and slightly smaller than I had picked out. And her boss has cleared her to sell it at .11 cents on the dollar, if she wanted to. Just get rid of it. It's gorgeous tile, the color of warm, mottled slate.
So, in practical terms, I was gonna pay what would probably end up in the neighborhood of nearly eight hundred dollars for the just the floor on this room. That was my allowance from the contractor. I paid out of pocket for entire load of tile.
It cost me 47 dollars and some change.
Seriously. Forty seven dollars. For four hundred plus square feet of beautiful tile.
So, Bricktop. Thanks for giving me a little something to bond with the flooring lady over. Because if you hadn't done that and I hadn't struck up a conversation with her, I would have probably been too hasty to run all over town looking for flooring and paid a shitload of money for it. And thanks for putting the idea of a discount into her head. Because you're right, discounts rock.
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