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Byline: Dutch Mandel
My wife has this thing going with another man, and there's little I can do about it. Oh, sometimes I demand she keep a distance from him, but it doesn't do much good.
Know what kind of stud this guy is? He's got these relationships going on all over town! Can you believe it? He's as popular as a freakin' gigolo toting a steamer trunk of Viagra marooned with Amazon women.
Some guys have all the luck.
For purposes of this-what do we call it, a revelation, a confession, an expose?-let's refer to him as Gil. Gil Ibarra, because that's what his mom named him.
Gil is the service manager at the Honda store where my wife takes her Odyssey. So Gil gets the call when her van is temperamental, which, thankfully for all, doesn't happen often. Gil is the guy who makes her appointments, who follows up with a gentle reminder, who sends out a runner with a courtesy car.
Gil is a renaissance guy: He listens to complaints with a smile on his face. Then fixes things. And she doesn't mind. The problem I have is one I share with my peers; my goal is to handle the trouble without all the chitchat she calls therapy and that I hear as kvetching. Simple.
Source: HighBeam Research, Back-Shop Blues: Servicing an Industry.(customer service)(Column)