My favorite poor service story is one I may very well have reported on this site at one time, or another. If you recall, just move on, cause you are about to see it again. when i do that at home, my wife just rolls her eyes and makes a rather disparaging remark. But those who have followed the FOG already know i am habitual.
It was a day or so be fore Christmas and i was on my way home. I am a hands-on landscaper; and some days, my clothing can get to look pretty raunchy, to put it mildly. At that time of season, i was probably into running chainsaw and might have had pretty god coating of grit, sawdust, grease and oil, or whatever. not a pretty sight, i am sure. There WAS a culinary arts store in town and at he end of the street, there was a parking space for two vehicles, just perfect to fit my truck and trailer. I walked back to the store with the intent to purchase a chef's knife as a present for my, then, son-in-law, who was a gourmet chef. He needed some better cutlery and I am one who does not necessarily look for the cheapest tools (hey, how do you think I ended up snooping around here?). As I walked into the store, there were three women standing around behind counters. As if by prearranged signal, all three disappeared into a couple of back rooms. I proceeded to the cuttlery section and sort of browsed by looking into the glass display case. Nobody appeared, so i eventually loooked into the room where two of the women had disappeared. There were three women sitting arond a small table having coffee, or whatever. You know how sometimes you see somebody who you knows is scoping you out, but working very hard to look like they do not see you? That was happening in spades. After a minute or so, i looked into the second room where the one lady had run. she was very intent with gazinf into her computer. She was trying even harder to not notice me standing in the doorway. After waiting a minute or so, I retreated back to the cuttlery counter and noticed the display case was not locked. Well, i came to look at cuttlery and since all were "busy", I decided to save them the trouble and reached in to get a hand on to the knife I thought best suited for SIL. Not quite perfect. I set that on the counter and reached for another-and-another-and-another. Soon, nearly al of the knives were laid out very carefully on the counter. Very carefully, i say, because no two of the kives were placed nect to the knives they had been next to in the case. Once all of the cuttlery had been placed so neatly all over the counter, i decided nobody was interested, and walked out. I got into my truck, dropped off the trailer at home and heade for Willials & Sonoma store at the mall in the neighboring town. As i walked into the main entrance to that big store, i was met immediately by a very nice, and smiling, not the plastered on phony smile you sometimes observe with sales people, but a really friendly smile with an engaging personality behind it.
Can i help you, Sir?"
"I would like to look at your cuttlery." She led me directly to the section of my request, told me she would have somebody with me in a minute. Almost immediately, there was a salesperson to help me. We spent several minutes looking over knives. i had a few questions, all of which were answered. Eventually, i picked out what i wanted. the lady told me she would "look in the back." while she was away, I continued to look around. during my meandering, atleast two or three other ladies stpped to ask if i needed assistance. eventually, the original knife lady returned and askd if i wanted it giftwrapped. While it was being wrapped, i got into a discussion with another sales lady. That is not the end of story.
A few years later, the local culinary store went out of business. their complaint was (written up in the local paper) that local people did not come to their store because people went to the bigger stores in neighboring town. i wanted to write a letter to editor with an observation from "a local" who much preferred service available elsewhere, to non-service right next door at home.
When ever i want something for anybody's kitchen, and my wife is my favorite (just in case she happens to peek over my shoulder here) recipient, i head for W&S. (BTW: those nice people also hand out sample snacks :

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Tinker