Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
If I ever have the opportunity to go back in time, one of the stops I’d like to make will be the late 1800s to Marshall Field and Company to speak to Mr. Field and Gordon

If I ever have the opportunity to go back in time, one of the stops I’d like to make will be the late 1800s to Marshall Field and Company to speak to Mr. Field and Gordon Selfridge.
These are the men who came up with the “brilliant” slogan “the customer is always right.”
I would like to slap them both. Hard. Possibly with some sort of iron skillet.
I never cease to find myself overwhelmed with awe when someone blithely rattles off that little tidbit of “knowledge” in the present day.
Why has this particular slogan persisted for over a century? And why has the consumer populace latched on to it and carried it with them from generation to generation — but more interestingly — to businesses that never adopted the slogan?
Seriously? No one comes in here and argues with me that special orders aren’t supposed to upset me. Or expects me to beat any competitor’s price, or take their coupons, or get their nails done in 30 minutes or less or else they’re free. (Albeit, Domino’s doesn’t make that promise anymore either.)
Point is, “the customer is always right” was a slogan specific to a particular business. I understand why customers want it to be axiomatic. I understand why they persist in insisting on applying the notion even when they must, somehow, deep inside, know that they are talking out their butts.
I just don’t really understand why businesses have, for 150 years, let customers bully them into telling them how to run their businesses — sometimes into the ground.
Obviously, this is neither my philosophy nor my policy. I’m all for good customer service, but customer service is not synonymous with letting them walk all over you. It’s a darn shame so many people think otherwise.
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie recalls the time she tried to figure out how to dispose of her salon chemicals.
With a vacation approaching, Maggie can’t wait to put some distance between herself and the drama of the salon.
Maggie doesn’t hesitate to confront clients about past sins.
How sick is too sick for a nail appointment?
Maggie is fed up with clients who won’t get off the phone.
Maggie needs to remind herself that she has options.
Maggie is trading in one writing genre for another.
Maggie knows too much about sanitation to get excited about a strange Jacuzzi tub.
Maggie is no longer certain nails are in her long-term future.
Maggie is learning about the downside of success — scheduling is a nightmare.
Maggie contemplates the limits of her charitable impulses.
Maggie is not too keen on clients bringing in their own nail supplies.
Just because Maggie isn’t with a client doesn’t mean she’s not working.
Twenty-two years of doing nails takes a toll on the hands.
Maggie doesn’t want her product reps dropping by.
Maggie enjoys other people’s drama — up to a point.