Operator (Me): Mission Chevrolet. Caller: Hello, can you page Mike Hunt for me?
Operator: Mission Chevrolet. Caller: Is Lollipop there? Operator: Sir, there’s no one here by that name. Caller: Oh, so you mean I got the wrong sucka?!One sad call came around Christmas. A young girl called to speak to one of the “fathers.” Apparently she thought this was a real Spanish mission and didn’t realize it was a car dealership. I even got a call once from an irate wife wanting to know if I had been paid that day (it was Friday). I told her I couldn’t speak for the people in the service or parts department, but I had gotten my paycheck. I waited on the phone for the string of expletives to subside. She apologized and then hung up. I only wonder what happened to her lying dog of a spouse when HE got home that night. Apparently his story was that payroll wasn’t cut that day. (He probably spent it on some floozy…. Who knows?) There was even one salesman who was blatantly carrying on an affair. His wife would show up on the showroom floor from time to time, storming in every office like a raging bull looking for him. He was always out with his chickee-poos. He even told (not asked) me once that “if my wife calls, tell her I’ve taken a customer for a ride.” I refused to lie for him. He hated my guts after that. But I’m not going to lie for him. He can look her in the eye and lie to her face for all I care. I wanted no part of that. I knew he wouldn’t do anything to me. Since what he was asking me to do was wrong in the first place. He had no choice but to shut up and just give me the silent treatment the rest of the time I was there. Later, I found out he died in a bar room brawl. Somehow, that didn’t surprise me. So, what was your first job like?