Big Fisherman
Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:30 am
During the 4 days of Madness in March, we attempted to have the Big Fisherman sell us crawfish 3 different times. Alas, we were rebuffed at each attempt.
On Friday, we have our blowout crawfish boil. I need enough live for eight, plus shrimp because we have a wuss who hates crawfish. I had a court appearance Friday morning, so I tried to make arrangements Thursday around 4:30 via telephone . I was left on hold for ten minutes. I called back and was told, they were really busy, could I call back in an hour. Sure, no problem. Well, I call back after 6pm and the phone rings and rings, no answering machine, no pick up. WTF? I am running a little late to court (no problem though as the judge doesn't take the bench to 9:40) so I forget to call on the way to court. I text my friend Mark in court and tell him he needs to get his ass off my couch and earn his keep. In the twenty year history of our friendship, he has a very disturbing record (and I don't mean the Michael Bolton Christmas album). Nonetheless, I give him specific instructions and I expect this to be handled.
Needless to say, I leave court around noon and head home expecting to see my house ablaze in ignited kerosene. Well, I don't have to worry as Mark hasn't left the couch because he couldn't get them on the phone. I am passing by this ghetto ass seafood place on Toledano. I walk in and ask if he has live crawfish. $1.35 a lb. What a friggin' steal. So in a $5000 Italian suit and $1200 Bruno Maglis, I am hauling a tub of crawfish in the ghetto to my vehicle.
Problem solved. Fast Forward to Sunday. Three of us are sitting around and decide we want crawfish for dinner. No problem. Call Big Fisherman, again with the 25 minutes on hold. Can we get a go order? No. We are told, it is to close to closing and they won't do it. At this point, I am fed up and say into the phone, "if you wonder why in November you go three weeks without selling a tilapia, it is your treatment of customers in March and April."
The lady on the phone hangs up on me.
On Friday, we have our blowout crawfish boil. I need enough live for eight, plus shrimp because we have a wuss who hates crawfish. I had a court appearance Friday morning, so I tried to make arrangements Thursday around 4:30 via telephone . I was left on hold for ten minutes. I called back and was told, they were really busy, could I call back in an hour. Sure, no problem. Well, I call back after 6pm and the phone rings and rings, no answering machine, no pick up. WTF? I am running a little late to court (no problem though as the judge doesn't take the bench to 9:40) so I forget to call on the way to court. I text my friend Mark in court and tell him he needs to get his ass off my couch and earn his keep. In the twenty year history of our friendship, he has a very disturbing record (and I don't mean the Michael Bolton Christmas album). Nonetheless, I give him specific instructions and I expect this to be handled.
Needless to say, I leave court around noon and head home expecting to see my house ablaze in ignited kerosene. Well, I don't have to worry as Mark hasn't left the couch because he couldn't get them on the phone. I am passing by this ghetto ass seafood place on Toledano. I walk in and ask if he has live crawfish. $1.35 a lb. What a friggin' steal. So in a $5000 Italian suit and $1200 Bruno Maglis, I am hauling a tub of crawfish in the ghetto to my vehicle.
Problem solved. Fast Forward to Sunday. Three of us are sitting around and decide we want crawfish for dinner. No problem. Call Big Fisherman, again with the 25 minutes on hold. Can we get a go order? No. We are told, it is to close to closing and they won't do it. At this point, I am fed up and say into the phone, "if you wonder why in November you go three weeks without selling a tilapia, it is your treatment of customers in March and April."
The lady on the phone hangs up on me.