The Globe & Mail’s Bert Archer is not impressed with us, Pumpkins. Apparently he wore out his phone keys trying to find an agent to book his tricky business trip. I hate it when that happens. Especially when the guy who couldn’t get serviced is a reporter for a national newspaper.
The man has the impression that it’s easier to find an un-tattooed virgin at a Hell’s Angels bike rally than a good travel agent. And, thanks to the article, so do thousands of Canadians. Are we so busy we can afford to be choosy? In that case, TICO can use the money for their planned ‘use a travel agent’ campaign for dog grooming.
Mind you, it’s not like I haven’t turned down a dance partner now and again. Well, once. OK, he turned me down – but I really didn’t want to dance with him. So, it’s not the same thing at all. Come to think of it, I can’t imagine turning down a willing dance partner. They are so rare these days.
Anyway, back to old Bert. There he was – one of a precious breed of client who decided not to service himself – unable to get satisfaction until he’d pretty much worked his way through the national phone book.
Why?
