I have two electric scooters -- one was always mine, and the other was left over after my wife passed away. Well mine started giving me some trouble -- apparently. There is a battery indicator that shows four red lights when the batteries (there are two of them) are fully charged. And as the scooter is used, the lights go out, one by one. With a supposed range of 12 miles, that should mean about three miles per battery light. So when I’ve traveled about a mile and a half, and I’m down to one light, I start to think something is wrong. “You need new batteries”, the dealer tells me. So I have new batteries installed. And the problem persists. “Your motor is worn out. You need a new motor.” Uh, all right. Please get me a quote on a new motor. That was about a month ago, and despite the fact that I’ve asked three times, they have not yet called me back.
Enough. I’m at the point of not trusting this dealer. So I go online looking for another dealer who carries that brand. I find one -- in Australia!
Oh, the heck with it. Now I’m searching online for a scooter dealer who is local, never mind the brand. And I find one. I call. Oh, he doesn’t have a store front, but he will bring a couple of sample scooters to me. Great. He does. That day. He brings two, and I try them both. I like THAT one. How much? He gives me a price. Ok! And while we were there in my driveway, he calls in the order to the manufacturer. “It’ll be about five working days.” Sure enough, yesterday afternoon I get a phone call. “We have your scooter. May we bring it now? Well, of course! And so they did, about 20 minutes later my shiny new wheels had arrived. “Sign here, please.”
Enough. I’m at the point of not trusting this dealer. So I go online looking for another dealer who carries that brand. I find one -- in Australia!
Oh, the heck with it. Now I’m searching online for a scooter dealer who is local, never mind the brand. And I find one. I call. Oh, he doesn’t have a store front, but he will bring a couple of sample scooters to me. Great. He does. That day. He brings two, and I try them both. I like THAT one. How much? He gives me a price. Ok! And while we were there in my driveway, he calls in the order to the manufacturer. “It’ll be about five working days.” Sure enough, yesterday afternoon I get a phone call. “We have your scooter. May we bring it now? Well, of course! And so they did, about 20 minutes later my shiny new wheels had arrived. “Sign here, please.”
Purdy, ain’t it!
After dinner, two elderly women retire to the kitchen and leave their husbands to chat. One of the men says, "Last night, we went out to a great new restaurant." The other asks, "What is it called?"
The first man knits his brow in concentration and finally says, "Ah, what is the name of that red flower you give to someone you love?"
His friend replies, "A carnation?"
"No, no. The other one," the first man says.
"The poppy?" wonders his friend.
"No," growls the man. "You know, the one with thorns!"
"Do you mean a rose?" asks the other man.
"Yes, that's it!" the first man says, and then he turns toward the kitchen and yells: "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?"
NIce scooter!
ReplyDeleteAnd now you're singing the blues. Beautiful scooter! (As for whatsisname, sometimes people just mess up.)
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