I called an upholstery cleaning company, Coit, who shall remain nameless,
and asked, roughly, what it might cost to clean two love seats.
"Seventy-five dollars each, but this month we're having a 40% discount,"
said the nice lady.
"Send 'em over," I replied.
Tech comes in the next day, looks at the furniture, strokes his chin, and
sits down with a calculator (I should have know that was a bad sign).
Eventual estimate, after carrying the three, came out thusly:
$75 + $75 - 0.40 x ($150) = $200.36
I cursed him like a red-headed step-child and escorted him from the
I called the company, COIT, who shall still remain nameless, and politely
"Good afternoon. I am a dissatisfied prospective customer. May I speak to
whomever handles complaints?"
"The manager and supervisor are out of the office for a training session. I
can transfer you to their voice mail," was the official response.
"Hmm. Now I have two complaints," said I. "I'll try again tomorrow."