It reminds me of when I bought my wife her set of Tahitian black pearls.
I walked into a jewelry store in Lawrenceville, GA, which I had a recommendation for fine service from a co-worker. I'd been saving for three years to buy this set (necklace and earrings). I knew exactly what I wanted (matched set,10mm pearls, natural, 22" necklace on silk w/ platinum clasp, knotted between each pearl) and had the cash in my pocket. I had literally left work, went to the bank, and then to the store, no stops as this was a very small window I could use and keep my wife in the dark about her surprise. I was wearing my TSA uniform (the first one, white shirt with the weird eagle logo that made the wing look like a tombstone), as it was winter I was wearing the long sleeve shirt and the cuffs were dirty from rummaging through people's bags (same day I found some very illegal items, not the scissors variety, but of the plant variety) and their persons (I worked the disabilities assist desk most of the time). I smelled a bit from sweat and other bodily fluids of the gentlemen I had to check. I walked straight to the pearls and the person there looked at me like I was Anubis in person, said "if you want costume jewerly we don't sell any" and walked away. The gentleman at the men's watches stepped over and was most delightful. He had to place an order for what I wanted, as they didn't carry my exact desire. Then, he asked me how I would pay the deposit, so I pulled out the cash as said I'd pay the whole thing now, plus a 10% tip (as that was almost the exact amount I expected to pay on the set anyway, I paid more for that necklace and earrings than on any car I've purchased). The little twit who was so condescending just about fainted from loosing that commission and tip.
Death before Dishonor -- Nothing before Coffee
Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione
Originally Posted by Deirachel
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