This morning as I am walking into work...I glance to my right and notice the Culligan man as he is 1) talking on his cell phone and 2) starting to pull out a 50 pound water jug. I am four feet to the left from said Culligan man as he drops the 50 pound water jug and it shatters and explodes. Said exploded water lands on my leg, suede boots and Cole Haan leather purse.
Hey Culligan man!? - what just happened?
I walk two steps forward and look back at Mr. Culligan man and hear him say, "Uh, there goes another one." Mr. Culligan doesn't even look at me - there was no acknowledgment from Mr. Culligan man. He continues to talk on his cell phone.
After I tell what is thus far my most exciting story of the day to my activist friend Abigail, she encouraged me to call Culligan.
Culligan manager man was appalled at this behavior and said that this is not how he wants people to experience Culligan. He actually said to me after I told him what happened, "So, he was so self involved that he didn't even look at you, wow, that is pretty horrible. I can't be the eyes and ears our there all the time, so thank you for sharing your story and I am sorry that happened to you."
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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2 comments:
i am so happy you called! that is just so rude of that culligan man!
wow...the level of stupid rudeness is astonishing. Way to go for calling. I think that it's worse for this guy that he said "there goes another one!" how many Culligan bottles has he broken?!
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