November 9th, 2010

sad ed
  • ketita


 I had a pair of antique shoes I took to a shoemaker to see if they could be made wearable. I knew that the leather was old, and it was a bit of a long shot as the shoes were slightly small on me, but I wanted to see if something could be done anyway.

Thing is, I asked the guy a very specific question (namely, can the shoes be made wearable), which did not warrant this answer:

"I can't do anything for them. Just throw them out, it's a waste!"

or this one:

"Seriously, get rid of them. Here, I'll chuck them for you."

or this one:

"There's a dumpster RIGHT OUTSIDE, throw them away!! Right there!!!! See? See it?"

I will fucking do with my shoes whatever I fucking want.  I don't need input, thanks a lot. Especially when after each time I just nodded, thanked him, and tried to take the shoes back.  There could be a million reasons I want to wear these shoes, okay? It's none of his business.

Also, I know the leather is rather brittle. He didn't need to freaking TEAR THE SHOE in order to demonstrate, aslkgj;alkjgd;salkgdj;sadg. 

Never a good sign

When you have a contractor over for an estimate on a home improvement, and the first thing he does on walking in the door is look at the decorative wrought iron rail next to the door and say "Well that'll have to come out."

Um, excuse me, but no. You're here to do an estimate on something in a completely different area of the house, not to start talking about chopping out bits I never asked about in the first place. I happen to like that rail, it's nice looking, matches the railings outside, and gives a place to lean when taking off boots, I have no plans to remove it, and the fact that you immediately started talking about doing so offended me.

The fact that you were arrogant and pushy the rest of the visit was just icing on the cake, I knew the moment you spouted off about the rail that you were not the right contractor to hire for the job.