CodeZTM wrote:Texting With My MOTHER
Me: Need me to grab anything on the way home?
Mom: Can you run by the store can get some carrots for [Step Dad's] d#%@?
Mom: AHHH. I MEANT DINNER.
Me: WHY IS THAT ON YOUR AUTOCORRECT? AHHH! IT BURNS....
So how does it feel to know that your mother is sexting?
Today on the phone with a customer:
Customer: "Oh, uh, can I get like, a talker in my car?"
Me: "Excuse me? Could you please repeat that?
Customer: "My brother told me I could get a talker installed for real cheap from you guys..."
Me: "I think you mean a speaker."
Customer: "No, I mean a talker. The things that talk the radio!"
Me: "Yes, it's called a speaker. They vibrate to create sound."
Customer: "No, you're wrong. He said it's a talker. My brother knows better than you, he works for best buy. I'm going to call back tomorrow, and maybe someone more competent will answer."
He'll probably call me tomorrow. Maybe he should just have his brother install his "talkers" if he knows so much. I mean, speakers are simple business to install, but I doubt even the best buy workers can figure it out. So many people come in with starters or stereos that aren't working, most of them installed at best buy or future shop.