"I just received a quote from you online."
"Would you like to book that or did you have a question?"
"Are your cars fairly nice? Like do they have dents in them or anything?"
No, our cars are fucking smashed up and barely running. What the fuck kind of answer are they expecting? That's like when people came up to me at Cali Tacos and ask, "Are your tacos good?" What answer are you expecting? No?!
"Yes, we take care of them and some might have a scratch or dent, but they're barely noticable. We try to take care of those as soon as possible."
Asks about rates and I tell her. She was calling because we quoted her an hourly rate and the distance she needs to go is half an hour, so she wants to know if it's cheaper.
"We're located by LAX, so the flat rates are based on us leaving here and driving to the pick-up, driving you to your destination, and driving back."
"But Paramount is right over here. You guys say you're here but you're somewhere else?" There's a city called Paramount by Compton.
"Ma'am. Paramount's our company name, not our location."
"Oh. Well, I'll look for someone closer."
I like slash hate people similar to this, because they compare us to cab companies. Like, "Catching a cab's cheaper."
Well, asshole, catch a fucking cab. These are fucking luxury vehicles. When corporate companies take clients out to business lunches or movie companies order cars for actors/actresses or movie producers, they don't fucking order cabs, they order limos and there's a fucking reason.
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