The Mechanics Of Patience Elude Her
I have a flat tyre on my motorcycle. I get a replacement quickly enough, but now I am phoning around for a place to actually mount the new tyre to my rim, on short notice, since the weather is good today, and I want to enjoy it while it lasts.
This is the first place I call. The lady answering the phone doesn’t SOUND like she’s a mechanic herself, so I assume she’s a secretary.
Secretary: “[Secretary] at [Auto Shop], what can I do for you?”
I explain my situation, stressing that it’s important to me that this happens quickly.
Me: “I know it’s short notice, but is there anything you can do?”
Secretary: “I don’t think [Mechanic] has time for that today.”
Me: “I understand, but could you please ask him anyway?”
Secretary: “Yes, sure. Please hold.”
Then, she says something a little quieter as though she’s holding the handset just slightly further away, but it’s still very audible for me.
Secretary: “Stupid b****.”
I looked at my phone in shock for a second and then just hung up. Was I really that rude to ask them to talk to the mechanic about it?
The next place I called fixed my tyre within an hour, by the way, and they were very friendly the entire time.