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  • Tales from the Furniture Repair company

    I don't think you're qualified to repair this

    Customer has several pieces damaged in the move. She files a claim with the moving companies insurance provider who then contacts the Furniture Repair place. None of the 30 pieces of furniture are badly damaged, in fact it's all scratches in the varnish and not the wood. This is something that can be fixed on site for all but three pieces that need a sand smooth and re-spray the varnish.

    The company has been in business for 4 generations and a 5th generation is on the way. The company has serviced places like the State Department, several embassy's, and more rich people's crap than you can shake a stick at. In their portfolio was a repair of a $250,000 chest dating from the 1600's and it has not lost value.

    Does this appease the rich Charlie Uniform November Tango? Not a bit of it. "I don't think that a bunch of common laborers could even be qualified to polish my furniture much less repair it."

    What in the name of Zeus's ball sack does she think would fix it. Of @#$%ing course it would be commoners fixing her stuff. Does she honestly think that some billionaire would get his hands dirty and risk <gasp> a splinter? Does she think that some uber rich, snotty dude in her class would work a 9-5 day covered in woodshavings and poly overspray?

    PWNing the rich

    Another customer wants her stuff fixed. Claim gets to the insurance company. 5 minutes later it gets to my wife. 5 minutes after that wife calls the rich-bitch. Wife informs rich-bitch that the first available appointment is Thursday (three days away). Well this is not good enough for her. She isn't going to stand for being inconvenienced for another second. She wants someone out there Tomorrow or the president of the World Bank (whom her hubby works for) will hear of this and you will never be working any claims for them ever again.

    Wife replies that it's not possible and that we'd have to bump the client who is already scheduled. Wife is informed that she MUST bump the other client or there would be hell to pay from the President of the world bank.

    Wife informs rich-bitch that the client is the President of the World Bank and if she wants his case bumped to another day that she suggests she have her husband contact him since my wife isn't going to.

    I know the law!!!

    Lieutenant Colonel Dumberthanshit demands that his damage be cashed out. He doesn't want repairs since the pieces are in splinters (he must have REALLY pissed off the movers). He knows the law! He doesn't have to accept repairs. This is true, but he is also refusing to allow anyone into his home stating that the law says that he doesn't have to accept repairs. He doesn't grasp the simple concept that the law also requires an inspection to be made by an authorized furniture repair specialist.

    After a week of listening to the rantings of an Officer but sadly not a Gentleman, he finally allows the inspection team in to his home...all the while bitching on how he should have gotten his money by now.

    Funny thing? If he had let the team in when he was supposed to...he'd have had the money two @#$%ing weeks ago.

    M
    I never lost my faith in humanity. Can't lose what you never had right?

  • #2
    Quoth Mongo Skruddgemire View Post
    [Does she think that some uber rich, snotty dude in her class would work a 9-5 day covered in woodshavings and poly overspray?
    Uber rich and snotty? No.

    However, I'm sure there hellaciously rich people who do such things for fun and/or profit.
    Unseen but seeing
    oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
    There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv
    3rd shift needs love, too
    RIP, mo bhrionglóid

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    • #3
      Quoth Mongo Skruddgemire View Post
      Does this appease the rich Charlie Uniform November Tango? Not a bit of it. "I don't think that a bunch of common laborers could even be qualified to polish my furniture much less repair it."


      M
      Oh. My. God. That pissed me off and I wasn't even there.

      She needs a nice trip...

      A nice trip through....
      "I'm still walking, so I'm sure that I can dance!" from Saint of Circumstance - Grateful Dead

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      • #4
        Nice pwnage. Oh to have seen her face!

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        • #5
          Quoth Mongo Skruddgemire View Post
          Does this appease the rich Charlie Uniform November Tango? Not a bit of it. "I don't think that a bunch of common laborers could even be qualified to polish my furniture much less repair it."
          I bet she's the same sort of person that, after her Mercedes throws a rod, decides to say similar things to the garage...and can't understand why she's stranded
          Aerodynamics are for people who can't build engines. --Enzo Ferrari

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          • #6
            Anyone remember that story from one of the previous incarnations of this site by a guy who used to work for a garage, and how he got revenge on an extremely snotty customer? No, I am NOT advocating revenge.

            It was, however, very funny.

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            • #7
              Quoth Eireann View Post
              Anyone remember that story from one of the previous incarnations of this site by a guy who used to work for a garage, and how he got revenge on an extremely snotty customer? No, I am NOT advocating revenge.

              It was, however, very funny.
              I'd love to hear it. I used to have a few little tricks of my own.

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              • #8
                You're not a "common laborer", you are a professional furniture technition

                Though I'm with Friendofjimmyk and have to agree that comment upset me.
                A lion however, will only devour your corpse, whereas an SC is not sated until they have destroyed your soul. (Quote per infinitemonkies)

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                • #9
                  Quoth Eireann View Post
                  Anyone remember that story from one of the previous incarnations of this site by a guy who used to work for a garage, and how he got revenge on an extremely snotty customer? No, I am NOT advocating revenge.
                  I remember a story involving parking a guy into a bay...but that's from THIS incarnation of the board.
                  Unseen but seeing
                  oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
                  There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv
                  3rd shift needs love, too
                  RIP, mo bhrionglóid

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                  • #10
                    Okay, I found it - this is from the days before Rapscallion owned the site.

                    When I was in High School, I worked at a gas station in Los Altos, California. Now Los Altos is a WEALTHY area, and the even WEALTHIER bastards who lived up in Los Altos Hills would usually stop there to get gas. I must admit that most customers were pretty damn nice and I capitalized on this by cultivating a grossly kiss-ass manner of service which resulted in many tips. So one day, up comes this 30 something rich broad in a brand spanking new BMW luxury convertible (I'm not a car guy so I don't know the type- just trust me, this was expensive). Walking out of the building, I dawned my cheese face and greeted her with a groveling "good afternoon ma'am." She just looked at me like the Sunnyvale piece of crap that I was and said nothing. I inquired: "fill er' up ma'am?" She snarled: "what else would I be here for?" Now that I'm 30, that seems a pretty good answer to an pretty dumb question, but at the time, I thought "what a $#&%@* bitch." So I proceeded to pump that gas. Now the next question I asked was legit (because the boss was a cheap bastard who wanted us to service as many cars as possible): "would you like me to check your oil level and tire pressure?" I didn't expect an answer because the car was so new that this would be totally unnecessary. However, the %$*#$ just had to pop off: "what is it exactly that I'm paying you for?" THAT WAS IT- I was just a kid trying to make an honest dollar and I wasn't going to let this wealthy, pampered ho bust my balls like that. I asked her to pop the hood and she snarled: "that's YOUR job, not mine." I replied: "ma'am, the latch should be on the left side of the steering column." It evidently drained her to reach down and pull the latch judging from the "EAT $%@&" look she gave me. Now that I had the hood up, her ass was mine. I unscrewed to oil filler cap and dumped 5 quarts of automatic transmission fluid (I wasn't even nice enough just to use plain oil) into her motor. I then replaced the cap, tightening it only 1 2 turn. For the coup-de-grace, I went around and let the air out of all four tires. I reported back to her: "you're all set ma'am." (BOY WAS SHE EVER!). She practically threw her credit card at me and I rang it up and sent her on her way with a gracious "thank you, come again". Fast forward to the next day. As soon as I came to work, my boss cornered me: "Ryan, do you know anything about who helped this lady in a red BMW yesterday?" "No, I don't recall anybody like that Mr. Rodgers, why?" "Well, this beemer came in with oil and %$#& blown all over the hood and windshield- the woman driving it even had oil on her head!" "OH $%#&!" I replied "how the hell did THAT happen?" Mr. Rodgers just said "Dunno, but she was PISSED and said a young kid did it." What went around came around and I got canned a week later when simple deduction determined that I was the culprit. But it was damn well worth it...
                    Last edited by Eireann; 09-10-2008, 08:09 AM.

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                    • #11
                      I remember that one. Pretty overblown reaction for a bad attitude. She was already proving to the world that money can't buy class, after all.
                      The Rich keep getting richer because they keep doing what it was that made them rich. Ditto the Poor.
                      "Hy kan tell dey is schmot qvestions, dey is makink my head hurt."
                      Hoc spatio locantur.

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                      • #12
                        Not to mention the fact that her attitude probably grew much worse as a result.

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                        • #13
                          Should've done something a liiiittle more subtle.
                          Supporting the idiots charged with protecting your personal information.

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                          • #14
                            Yeah, not the best reaction ever, but still.

                            I think the second story is AWESOME. I think the first story warrants you demanding that she take her business elsewhere, just to confuse the crap out of her, and I say the third story shows that a little ignorance can hurt a lot.

                            It's like only reading the parts of the law you like.
                            If there’s one thing women love, it’s the guy that just can’t seem to find the line that divides “Ha Ha” and “Stacey, get your purse, we’re leaving before he comes back.”.

                            --Gravekeeper

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