I get off on being withholding So I am in the sales department of my company and we market to businesses.  I'm pretty new to the game so I need to bust my ass harder than the other seasoned vets in order to get my book of business to a level where I can be comfortable.  When activity is slow, I go around locally to cold call on businesses and see if I can set appointments with business owners.  It's a hit or miss method, however you often see that you miss a lot more than you hit, but whatever.  better to be doing something than sitting on your ass and wasting time, right?  Well last week I happened upon a small doctor's office in the area I was working.  I happen to love working with smaller doctor's offices because they are often independently owned, which means the decision makers (people I need to get in front of) are often the ones running the office in a very hands-on way.  It's easier to see them on a cold call rather than walking into a big hospital and asking for a higher-up who has a full schedule and happens to not be in the office today.  but, i digress. After parking my car, I look up to the sign for the office complex and see the name of the doctor (for the purposes of the story, lets go with Dr. Smith) and underneath see endocrinology and diabetes.  "ah fuck" I say to myself with a chuckle as I think about you guys here.  I begin to wonder how profitable of a small practice it is considering they must have people in and out every week day looking to get their thighroyds and cundishuns checked out.  So I enter the office building and find the right suite and not surprised that, upon entering the door, have to wedge myself past a walking ball of lard that is leaving in order to get to the check-in desk. two women piles of rancid mayonnaise are working the front desk. colored me surprised. I force a smile and try to throw in some charm (they eat that shit up; pun intended) and do my whole spiel and basically ask if I could meet the doctor so I can set a meeting sometime in the future when they have some free time.  the pile of mayonnaise with glasses thankfully has the ability to speak and tells me that someone canceled on a lunch appointment for "next thursday" (today) and Dr. Smith would be free then to sit down and meet with me.  she then asks if I'd be okay with picking up lunch.  Now, I agree to do this and I'll explain why: you have to understand that I'm new at the game.  buying a few people lunch is nothing if I am able to sell them.  The product I sell is a no-brainer easy sale and, if I can get in front of a business owner or decision maker, its pretty much a 90% chance I will get them to sign the dotted line.  So buying lunch for potential clients is completely normal and a good way to get in front of the people you want to see and get on everyone's good side.  I mean, fat porkers would willingly give away their legs for free lunch. its no secret: we see them getting their feet amputated on FPH all the time! So basically we part ways confirming that we will have a meeting set for thusday (today) and I would call in at 10:00am to ask what theyre in the mood for for lunch.  Fast forward to this morning and, after three calls and one voicemail they finally answer the goddamn phone at 10:33am. "hey, this is farmer- with [company].  We met last week and set a lunch appointment?  I was told to call at 10 to confirm what your plans are for lunch but it looks like I must've caught you at a busy time!"  "yea, we just got in" I should've foreseen laziness. "Right, I hear ya" I honestly didn't know what to say. "so, have you ladies decided on anything yet?" I'm trying so hard not to laugh on the phone when they decide they will be placing an order for wings from a local restaurant.  Classic.  Endocrinology ham-haven, lazy fat employees, and now they want to absorb chicken wings in order to be one step closer in transcending their mayonnaise body and evolving into something greater in size and density.  I create a new mantra in my head "do it for the money" and keep repeating it while I agree to pick up their lunch and bring it to the office so I can finally meet Dr. Smith. about 11:45am rolls around and I'm at the restaurant.  I walk in and ask the hostess if there was an order under the name of the doctor. she goes back to check. not in. "maybe they didn't order yet" i tell myself.  ten more minutes roll by.  bother the hostess again. order still not in. in fact, no one has ordered anything in the past hour to her knowledge so it rules out being under other names.  At this point I'm wondering what's going on.  I'm supposed to meet them at 12:15pm with their lunch and have about a 5-10 minute drive to get to their office from this restaurant.  on top of that i have another meeting at 1:00pm so I don't think I can afford to be late. I try to call their office about 6-7 more times without answer and leave a voicemail. At 12:10pm I say "fuck it." I'm not waiting around for them to call in so that the restaurant can BEGIN to prepare for their order. The lack of respect for other people's time when you commit to something ticks me off the most.  All you have to do is either pick up the phone and call in to order or do it online. I leave and prep for the next big milestone of the day. While I'm in the other meeting I feel my phone start vibrating repeatedly, indicating that I'm receiving a phone call.  I get a warm fuzzy feeling running through my body knowing exactly who is calling me.  after I'm done with the meeting im in, I pull out my phone nearly salivating with anticipation to confirm who it is.  Yes. and they left a voicemail, too.  I listen and to my delight, it is the glasses mayonnaise pile who, in a frantic voice is speaking quickly (other than the changed names, this is verbatim. Im repeating it on speaker while i type):  "Hi farmer-, this is mayo-pile from Dr. Smith's, we're calling to see if, um, if you were on your way soon... um Dr. Smith is waiting forrrr... her lunch for the afternoon and we're... and right now we have no patients. um, [phone number]. thank you." I did you a favor fatty.  Skip a meal and maybe it'll shave off 1000-2000 calories.  Don't waste my fucking time