I Want A Jag
Today, I had to go to Jaguar/Land Rover Mainline to pick up a part for my boss’, 1991, yes I said 91, Range Rover. He really should get rid of that piece of shit. And for being an upscale Dealer the customer service wasn’t up to par.
I entered the show room with six people staring at me with a look that maybe I was in the wrong place or maybe it was the way I was dressed. I was in my usual shorts, tank and flip flops, not fancy enough, I guess. I asked where the parts department was and he pointed to the counter around the corner where there was no one to be found. I stood there for five minutes and still no one.
A man walked by and asked if I was being helped, I said, “no, I’m waiting for someone in parts.” He preceded in the back to get someone but didn’t return.
One minute later another man walked by and asked, “Is someone helping you?” I answered, “Yeah, someone went to get the parts man.”
One minute later another man walked by, “Are you being helped?” I answered, “By everyone except the one that’s suppose to.”
He quickly got on the loud speaker and paged someone to the parts counter, twice.
I turned to him and smiled, “maybe it was the Isuzu, next time I’ll drive up in my Jag.”