Dave: Hello
Customer: wah wah wah?
Dave: For which bike?
Customer: wah wah
Dave: What year?
Customer: wah.
Dave: I don't have any of those.
Customer wah wah wah?
Dave: How much would it be if I had it? I don't know, I don't have it.
Customer: wah wah wah!
Dave: OK, you want to know how much I'd charge for a part I don't have?
Customer: wah !
Dave: OK.....a MILLION dollars!
Customer: wah wah wah?
Dave: Yep, a million bucks. Canadian.
Customer: wah wah wah?
Dave: That's just under a million bucks American.
Customer: wah wah wah...wah wah
Dave: Because, if I don't have it, it must be really rare. For something that rare, I want a million bucks!
Customer: wah wah wah WAH wah!
Dave: Yes, you probably CAN get it cheaper on EBAY. Why don't you try that? Bye!
Click.
Me: Did you enjoy that?
Dave: Yup.
~~~~~
Another stimulating customer encounter...at the Bike Shop.
Showing posts with label motorcycles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motorcycles. Show all posts
Friday, June 25, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Conversation at the bike shop
Him: Jeez, I've got a headache. Fixing that bike gave me a headache!
Me: Were you exposed to any bad fumes?
Him. No, but I set a rag on fire right in front of my face.....
Me: Would that be a highly flammable, chemical-soaked rag?
Him: Maybe.
Me: Ah.
~~~
The End. Another deep conversation at the bike shop.
Me: Were you exposed to any bad fumes?
Him. No, but I set a rag on fire right in front of my face.....
Me: Would that be a highly flammable, chemical-soaked rag?
Him: Maybe.
Me: Ah.
~~~
The End. Another deep conversation at the bike shop.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Motorcycles and Needlework
Recently I've become intimately acquainted with two hobbies/passions. About 4 or 5 years ago I rekindled an old interest in needlework. I bought materials and magazines, found websites and eventually met, on-line, a fabulous group of stitchers. I've attended several stitching retreats through the Victoria Sampler, and met some wonderful friends.
Needlework is a beautiful, challenging, calming part of my days and I've accumulated enough stash to keep myself happily creating for the rest of my life. It's clean, colourful, intricate and speaks of home and history. It's tactile art, and I haven't decided which part is better: the finished object or the process.
Then there are the motorcycles.
Two years ago I quit my old job working for a yellow pages publishing company, and started to work with my husband at his motorcycle salvage/repair shop. I don't actually fix the motorcycles, but am involved in all the administration, customer contact, lingo, parts, grease, grime and mess. This part of my life is the anti-needlework. The spontaneous, unplanned, stressful, profane, bewildering, dirty yang to needlework's yin.
Motorcycles are my husband's passion. He has accumulated enough motorcycle parts to last his lifetime. To him they are beautiful and challenging; they are his tactile art, and he hasn't decided what he enjoys more: the running motorcycles, or the process of fixing them.
I started this post with the intention of demonstrating two hugely different parts of my life, but I've just now realized how much my husband and I have in common. Soon we're going to start dressing alike, as those older couples do, lol. Wait a minute....maybe we already do.
Needlework is a beautiful, challenging, calming part of my days and I've accumulated enough stash to keep myself happily creating for the rest of my life. It's clean, colourful, intricate and speaks of home and history. It's tactile art, and I haven't decided which part is better: the finished object or the process.
Then there are the motorcycles.
Two years ago I quit my old job working for a yellow pages publishing company, and started to work with my husband at his motorcycle salvage/repair shop. I don't actually fix the motorcycles, but am involved in all the administration, customer contact, lingo, parts, grease, grime and mess. This part of my life is the anti-needlework. The spontaneous, unplanned, stressful, profane, bewildering, dirty yang to needlework's yin.
Motorcycles are my husband's passion. He has accumulated enough motorcycle parts to last his lifetime. To him they are beautiful and challenging; they are his tactile art, and he hasn't decided what he enjoys more: the running motorcycles, or the process of fixing them.
I started this post with the intention of demonstrating two hugely different parts of my life, but I've just now realized how much my husband and I have in common. Soon we're going to start dressing alike, as those older couples do, lol. Wait a minute....maybe we already do.
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