Life story: Pleasure of serving
One afternoon at a decorative shop, I learned about my father’s sales. I was just 12 years old. When I was cleaning the floor, a woman walked into the store.
“Can you help me?”
“Yes, I bought a couch and its legs were out. I want to know when will you fix it? “
“When did you buy this chair, madam?”
“About ten years ago”.
I told my dad that she thought we would free her old chair for free. My father told her we would come to fix the chair that afternoon.
After we screwed the foot, we left. On the way back to his father asked: “Baby, what made you sad?”
“If we keep fixing the seats for free, we will probably go bankrupt.”
“Baby, no matter how you have to learn to fix it. That is the profession. Also I missed a most important detail. I did not pay attention to the store brand in the chair. She bought it at the street store. “
“Do you mean that we did it for nothing and even if she was not our customer?”
Father looked into my eyes and said, “She’s our customer right now.”