Originally Posted by TrainsRMe:
Originally Posted by C W Burfle:
However, I have just about stopped going into a certain train store because the owner, although pleasant enough, won't let you out until you have heard his tirade about the credit card companies.
Jumpin' catfish, you don't gotta deal with that.
I used to hit a hobby shop in PA when I was stationed nearby in the Army, and the owner used to go on and on about evil Walthers was. The last time I was in there (in 1998) was literally the last time because he started this nonsense with me (I'd heard the same spew every time I was in there) with a relatively packed store. I was on my way to Gettysburg that day and had hit the place just as it opened on a Saturday. I had a packed, tight schedule that day to get home in time for a date I had that night. So, I had little time for his griping.
To counter my 'slowly easing away' creep most people do to people like this, he actually walked around and then stood between me and the door. I then slightly snapped and said loudly, "Look, this is a retail business, I come here just to look at model train stuff and buy something when I want to. I realize many model rr places are run like clubhouses with the owner holding court but I'm in a hurry and if you think you're going to physically prevent me from leaving until I've endured one more moment of your insanity, you're out of your [bleep]ing mind. Now, stand aside, or you're about to get badly hurt."
This, accompanied by my best Clint Eastwood-ish squint.
The guy had no idea what to do, say or even think.
A moment or two went by with no sound at all (all the other customers were dead quiet, I assume listening to see what would happen next). I then leaned in a few inches and said, "NOW, Skippy." That wasn't his name, but you get the idea.
So did he.
Now, was this the best tactic? Nope, but I was being transferred far away the following month so I knew I was probably never going to be there again and I was sick of this drivel the last times I'd gone there. So, I could burn that bridge easily.
Do I regret it? Nope, not at all. Maybe he learned a lesson that day.