Working in bike shops in NYC, New Orleans, and the 'burbs never prepared me for dealing with tweakers.
I can deal with a-holes, snobs, and drunks; but tweakers ask me idiotic questions to the point of total irrelevancy and expect hand-n-foot service.
Like the guy who pointed to our rack of new bikes and asked "Is this a good bike?" Or the father who mad that after I told his son to stop playing with a new Mavic rim I said "You would pay for it he breaks it?"
P.S. I know many of the monkeys know absolutely nothing about working retail. Free free to fire away with your thoughts.
I can deal with a-holes, snobs, and drunks; but tweakers ask me idiotic questions to the point of total irrelevancy and expect hand-n-foot service.
Like the guy who pointed to our rack of new bikes and asked "Is this a good bike?" Or the father who mad that after I told his son to stop playing with a new Mavic rim I said "You would pay for it he breaks it?"
P.S. I know many of the monkeys know absolutely nothing about working retail. Free free to fire away with your thoughts.