A call today with a request for a Cobweb Lace Wedding Ring Shawl... and this woman has a set of brass balls! She first could not understand that I do not have the yarn (Jamieson & Smith's Cobweb) 'on-hand', nor could she understand the timetable of ordering said yarn, then actually knitting the shawl. THEN, she attempted to haggle the price of the completed shawl... and had the nerve to ask why I couldn't be 'Jewed-down' (her words, NOT mine!) After enduring her verbal abuse for fifteen minutes, during which time I learned that her dress for the 'event' she wants the shawl for is running seven times the price I quoted for a hand-knit shawl, I bit my tongue, and sweetly told her that I felt I could not do business with her. I recommended that she have her couture dress-maker sew her a matching wrap. She then informed me that said seamstress quoted her a price TWICE what I was asking for one of my shawls, and that was why she turned to me! OMG! So, my price is half, and she's still trying to get me to agree to knit a shawl for a pittance.... At this point, my lip actually bleeds from biting it. I'm insulted, and more than a tad bit angry, and, while murderous thoughts are forming, I'm at a loss for words... and not-very-politely, I hung up. (yeah, I slammed it!) Exactly fourteen minutes later, the phone rings again. Since we don't have caller-ID, I let it ring seven times before picking up. Yep, same brass-balled woman, this time trying a different approach. I'm a believer in second-chances, and am more than willing to overlook first impressions, so I listen, and make the obligatory remarks here and there, until... GET THIS! .... she starts right in again about how she doesn't feel my price is justified! My gawd. I finally told her to go to the local co-op, get a gunnysack, and wear IT. Click. Yep, she hung up on me this time. And didn't call back.
NOT to insult female dogs, but can you spell: B I T x H???
Noreen, grrrrrrrrrrrrring.....
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