Years ago I witnessed the delivery of one, which would become many, “Show Stopping” phases ever to be spoken in a Quick Lube, or any other business for that matter. The shop was busy and the “music” from vacuums, oil guns, general shop talk and the like, all playing in harmony, filled the air while multiple vehicles were being serviced. The orchestration directed by the owner for the paying public was a masterpiece.
While the music played on, lunch came along with a couple of part timers to fill the void. You may recall the credit card commercial, the one where everything is running smooth until a person pays with cash? Enough said.
During the busiest part of the day, an employee YELLS, “FULL PRICE BAY 1”. You could hear a pin drop, not only in the Quick Lube, but I swear, business stopped within an entire mile. As all eyes turned toward the customer, awaiting his response, he said, “I guess I am the lucky one, I have no coupons”.
I quit frequenting a Dairy Queen in our town because after the order was given to the “ridiculous speaker thing”, I would pull to the window where I would be greeted with “do you have any coupons”. That wasn’t all, like many hotels, it got worse. I felt bad enough because I was going to be paying more than apparently most people. The pain worsens with “are you a senior citizen, a teacher from the local high school, member of “people saving midwestern dolphins”, born on a Tuesday during Haley’s Comet”. No, No, No & No – just shoot me and empty my wallet.
