“Rita, making motor home rental sales is the whole point of running the motor home competition. It’s a motor home sales promotion. It might be a lot of fun and enjoyable for us and for the people entering the competition but at the end of the day it is aimed at getting more motorhome rental and motorhome hire sales.”
Mandy was facing Rita across the counter of the farm shop and Rita’s face was set in an uncooperative glare.
“Even the councillors from the Council are possibly an important future part of your motorhome business activities. So it’s not really just a party or a celebration from the motorhome business’s point of view.”
“Are you suggesting that I shouldn’t have invited my family. You are getting too hoity toity, gal – too hoity toity by far,” hissed Rita.
“I’m not suggesting that you shouldn’t have invited your family,” said Mandy, inwardly seething at Rita’s stupidity. “all I’m trying to do is make sure the motorhome business runs efficiently on a very important day that may well determine its success throughout the next year – which is already bound to be a very difficult year because of the recession.”
“You are meddling in things that are not your affair,” snarled Rita, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
Mandy grasped at a final straw.
“Okay, what time have you told them to turn up? Perhaps they could come after all the selling has been done and we could have a party that was more for family and friends and, hopefully, to celebrate a great day’s business.”
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that. Our family knows when parties start and won’t be arriving until the evening. What party would ever start before the evening? Are you stupid, gal?”
Mandy almost fell over with relief. The motorhome sales area was open from 11 o’clock in the morning for visitors with the prize presentation at 2 o’clock. According to her plan, it would definitely be completely finished well before the evening.
“Thanks, Rita, “she sighed, gratefully.” I’m so glad that’s sorted out,” and made her escape.
