Or: how to kiss ass, a store clerk’s guide.
My partner in crime had sustained minor injuries during our various adventures. Though those wouldn’t kill it, it kept crying about how bad shape it was in, so I brought it in for basic medical care, hoping that’d shut it up. A rough, tough three days later, the doctor called me over. “It’s as good as new sir.” You mean you actually did something? “We gave it a much-needed washing and replaced its cooler. That’d be thirty-five Gold please.” Unbeknownst to me, my dear friend hadn’t been yammering about small, needless concerns.
But more importantly, unbeknownst to me, the doctor had performed an expensive surgery without notifying me first. Well I’ll be! I signed for a free-of-charge stay for my pal, not this penny-pulling nonsense. “The complication revealed itself during our care, sir, something had to be done about it.” The least they could’ve done was informed me by pigeon of the additional expenses, I might not have been able to pay them after all! “You’re absolutely right sir, let me note your payment completed under our name.” The statement took me by surprise, but I couldn’t complain. In fact, it was rather nice a gesture!
I honestly don’t know where I thought I was going with this. Some kind of “customer is king”-based shtick I guess, but what the hell is this? Bluh. Anyway, to make a long story short, I got my laptop’s heat sink replaced for free and now I can watch YouTube videos without temperatures going 70+°.
Sounds like less fan noise to my ears.