Had my first secret shopper assignment today. It’s funny the waves of guilt and excitement that run through you when you’re pretending to be someone else. This morning, while carefully applying my wig and falsh eyelashes, I reasoned to myself that I had nothing to feel guilty about, after all. If the person is nice and is doing a good job, I can report that. And if he or she is a total asshat- well, when that happens, don’t you wish you had the authority to report them to the, um, authorities? It’s win-win, people.
I had the opportunity to do a test-driving shop too but that just seems too much work for the money. In fact, I don’t think there’s a sum high enough to get me to carry on an hour-long conversation with a car salesman, especially when it will result in them calling me every week for the next year. Seriously, even Mini Cooper wouldn’t leave me alone even AFTER I bought one of their cars!