Tuesday, 5 March 2013
Service for Service's Sake.
My mood in Derby was lightened a little by a young Greek woman called Andri, who was unusually accommodating. The shop in which she was working didn’t have what I wanted, but she said her mother used such things and she would ask her where she got them from. She took my name and phone number, and promised to ring me with the information. That’s what I call customer service.