So that dress shown below cost me $19.99. It’s a size 4 (the smallest the damn dress is sold in) and needs to be taken in to fit me. I asked co-worker A if she knew any tailors in the area (BAD MISTAKE). So A says to me, “Oh no problem, my sister is a tailor, I’ll call her.” What could I say? So yesterday, after I got out of the gym I drop by to see A’s sister. She seemed very nice. Then the awkward conversation about price started (mind you I researched the going rate for the adjustments I needed for the dress and it was approximately $10).
Me: How much $ should I bring when I pick up the dress on Thursday?
Sister: $30
Me: Oh
Sister: Well what do you think?
Me: I spent $19.99 on the dress… so..
Sister: $20 then, what do you think?
Me: Okay
I know that I’m being charged an additional $10 for the tailoring – but that’s the price of doing business with friends/co-workers. Plus I am sort of a wuss. I still can’t believe this biznotch had the nerve to ask for $30 – highway robbery. I need to not get myself into these pickles.
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1 comment:
You're right - that's total shit. But never do business with her again, and chalk this up to learning!
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