The Freelance Writing Organization - Int'l Writing Links and Resources www.fwointl.com
A free site that hosts thousands of writing resources and links in a massive online database. 40+ genres, funds for writers, job listings, education, news, submission calls, research library. Resources range from adventure to westerns, agents to publishers. Professional resources for editors, journalists and writers.
"May I help you sir?" A middle-aged woman in a red vest, wearing a nametag, asked him as soon as he approached the counter.
Bubba could tell right off that he didn't like the woman. Her hair was dyed a blue-purple color and her gold-framed glasses were held down low on her nose. Nope, Bubba thought, this woman hain't a-gonna hep me much, I 'spect.
"Yep, ya can help me, I want to return this." Bubba said as he handed the woman a small plastic bag holding the purchase he'd made the night before.
The woman took the bag, opened it, and looked inside. She didn't even raise her head as she looked over her glasses at Bubba and said, "We cannot take software back. Once it is purchased and opened, it's yours."
"Lady, listen to me, I paid more than a hundred dollars for that software and it donít work. I should have bought hardware instead."
"Sir, I'm not sure I understand your complaint."
"Well, mayhap I ain't exactly explainin' it right. Let me put it this way for ya . . . if you bought a coon dawg and it didnít chase coons, what would you do with it?"
"Well, I don't know sir. I have never bought but one dog in my life and that was my little Charlie. Nonetheless, I suspect I would take it back for a refund, if it did not hunt as advertised."
Bubba reached down, picked up the bag and held it in the woman's face as he said, "Well, woman, this dawg don't hunt."
"Sir, let me get the manager of the refunds department and let him explain our return policy."
"If it makes your frog hop, lady, get the manager, get the assistant manager, or get the owner. I just want my money back."
As Bubba hung around the counter for about ten minutes, he looked at flyers, read the signs, and watched other customers as they received refunds much larger than his. As each person walked away, Bubba felt his blood pressure going up. Then, the department manager arrived.
He was dressed in a plain white shirt and a plain black tie, black pants, and shinny black shoes. He wore close-cropped brown hair, no glasses, and was more than just a little overweight.
"Good afternoon suh, how may I assist y'all?" He asked with a pleasant voice as he extended his hand.
"Well, I brought back some software and I want a refund. I didn't open the package." Bubba explained as he shook the man's offered hand.
"Suh, you mean to tell me the package has never been opened? Did ya tell that to my clerk?" The manager asked as he looked at the refund clerk.
"As for tellin' this woman, well, she never asked, or gave me the time to say anything. And, I can tell ya right now, they ain't got a lick of Southern manners about 'er. She never said good day or nothin'."
In less than five minutes Bubba was walking away counting his money. Funny place this is, Bubba thought as he folded up the money and placed it in his wallet, they donít know nothin' 'bout coon dawgs that donít hunt or rednecks giviní em a hard time over poor manners.Read Gary L. Benton's INside article on writing redneck humour.
© Freelance Writing Organization - International 1999-2049
All Rights Reserved. Copying in any way strictly forbidden.
Our Disclaimer Is Based Upon McIntyre's First Law:
"Under the right circumstances, anything I tell you may be wrong."