My wife and I just purchased new
phones, and to some this might not be a big issue. To us it is a pit where
money just disappears. We always start by saying that we want just a super
basic phone. "We just need the basics you know, a few minutes to split and
texting." Without fail it turns into an all out term paper that has three
credible sources that site why one phone is better than the others, and which
company will be best for service. (Our house is the only house on the block
where any and all service vanishes, and one bar is something to be coveted)
Before this endeavor, we talked
about our last "experience" that we had at the store. To my wife, the
salesman was rude, and encouraging me to buy the top of the line phone that I
didn't need. It just so happens that the man that sold us the fancy phone last
time still held the same position at the same store, and was the only available
person to help us. Well shoot dang!
We happened to have done really well
this go around, and no blood was shed. (lucky for the salesman) Here is where
things got tricky. Our 10 month old son had come with us. He is about the best
child in public. He will play with you, high five you, and mean mugs you when
he wants you to laugh. This was supposed to be a quick trip to the phone store,
so why would any responsible parent bring the diaper bag? Well, he took
advantage of this opportunity and dropped a nasty deuce. With all the discretion
that I had, I quietly lean in and whisper to my wife that he went number two.
The poop incident would have been
fine, but once the salesman noticed the smell, he decided to tell us that it
ok, and he knows when his two year old daughter soils herself because she does
stuff on her stomach so it won't squish the poo. In a room full of customers,
he thought that the issue my wife and I were whispering about would be a good
time for him to plug himself as a good dad for noticing his child's behavior
about her doing her business. Salesman you are now 0 for 2.
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