If you work for a automobile finance company like the one through which Marc financed his car, and if that finance company is little more than a bunch of glorified loan sharks, except far less cunning, here's some advice. Read carefully, you fetid gutter whore:
If your customer's wife calls with a question, as she's done numerous times in the past because your company is seemingly incapable of processing payments without causing the world's most massive clusterfuck, never ever EVER say to the wife, "No, I need to talk to Marc and not you. Because of our privacy policy, I'm not allowed to discuss this with you, wifey."
Wifey.
If you are THE employee of the automobile finance company who said that to me this morning, I hope with all my heart that you enjoyed the ass-chewing you received after I called back and enjoyed a cordial yet exceedingly firm conversation with your direct supervisor.
Moral: Unless she is your wife, never fucking call a woman "wifey."
posted by Kate at 3:47 PM link/comments
rock on.