I knew a guy once whose dad was the king of getting good deals out of retailers. He even got a salesman in a store to give him the tie he was wearing. I do not have that kind of mojo.
I don’t even have a little of it. In fact, having to try to ask for a deal or have someone go out of their way for me in a store is dreadful. Full o’ dread. You say I can get a discount if I ask? Fat chance. I’m just going to hope they offer it. They didn’t do a good job and I should ask them to do it again? I’ll get over it.
So I’ve been putting off a task that involves this unpalatable activity. I had a ring resized a few weeks ago, and it’s been taking skin with it each time I try to get it off. Some friends encouraged me to take it back and have him do it again, and to not charge me. Oy.
But, long story slightly shorter, I did it. He was actually quite gracious about it and did it immediately. See, Gina, now was that so hard? Victory over my silly self!
What are you calling victory today?
