A Little Soft-White Lie
(As a child, my father always tells me things, which as a child I believe without question. The ice-cream truck comes around every day during Christmas holidays, playing his music—it’s summer here during Christmas.)
Me: “Can I please get an ice-cream?”
Dad: “No, if the ice-cream truck is playing music, it means he is out of ice-cream.”
Me: “Okay, dad.”
(For years, I believe him. All of my aunties and uncles think I just don’t like ice-cream, because when I visit them, and the ice-cream truck comes around playing his music, I never ask for one! I now use this on my friend’s kids; payback is so sweet!)
Question of the Week
Have you ever met a customer who thought the world revolved around them?
