Term,
Now about your 2'5" customers :-?
It is truly a tale of woe. Â I have only told it once before, but as I am never one to withhold information from the fine folks on this forum, I will share this story with you. Â I only hope that it will not be too much for you to bear.
Once upon a beautiful fall morning, much as this very one and not too long ago, I was busily resting on my laurels in the back office when the titillating door chime sounded in the showroom announcing a visitor. Â Naturally, I began salivating like Pavlov's dog at the mere thought of lining my pocket with ill-gotten booty.
As is my custom, I briefly hesitated before entering the showroom in order not to frighten my quarry into an expedient retreat from my lair. Â After approximately 30 seconds, I wiped the froth from my lips, put on my pants, and strode confidently and expectantly into the arena.
No one was there. Â Very, very strange.
As I turned dejectedly to resume my inactivity, a gruff voice emanated from the front of my establishment.
"Is innybody here?!" the voice rumbled.
"Um, yes sir...where are you?" I queried.
"Down here, young feller, lookin' at this wangdoozler jacoozi."
As I walked trepidly past the large Vanguard in the middle of the store, I hesitantly gazed around it's beatifully arched corner to behold a sight that chilled me to the boner.
Down on the floor, fervently running his hand over the taupe exterior of a Solana TX, was a 60 year old gentleman. Â The unfortunate soul was equipped with no appendages below his waist. Â In fact, the only visible appendages were his head and one long, muscular arm which was gripping the edge of the shell with an eager clinch as if he were holding onto a precarious precipice over some unfathomable depth.
"Well, don't stand there like a ninny...gimme a boost so's I can see inside!" he chided.
"Yes sir!" I says whilst lifting up his surprisingly hefty girth.
"Say now, that there is a fine and dandy lookin' tub. Â It'd be perfect fer my bedroom. Â Lemme down now, son" he instructed. Â "How much dis cost?"
"$3795 with cover, delivery, set up, and chemicals," I proudly exclaimed.
Then, I beheld a sight that can only be described as a joyful pirouette of the infirmed and insane. Â He began loudly whooping and traversing in a circular pivot on his good arm while flapping his withered "flipper" which slightly protruded from his right shoulder. Â He managed about 4 360 degree spins before slowing down and shouting "Hot damn, write me up!"
"Yes sir! Â We can deliver it tomorrow if you'd like?"
He liked, we did, and I've never seen him again.
True story, every bit, except for me drooling.
Terminator