Customer service is very important.
I used a discount eyeware place once–just once–and went back to my higher-priced local optometrist because Discount’s lab ground the glasses improperly, then gave me a hugebargument at the sub-managerial level about how “all new glasses ‘feel funny’ for a week or 2”. Management had them sent back,but 6 months later, the frames started coming apart, and I had to pay for the repairs.
The local optometrist sells good frames that rarely give trouble. If they do, they’re repaired free of charge. Their lab has never screwed up,to my knowledge (Knowing her attention to detail, had the lab mis-ground a lens of mine, she’d have caught it without my ever seeing it.)
In auto service, I have a few locals I frequent.
My “battery guy” charges the same for batteries as WalMart but puts on new cable ends free of additional charge if he thinks the old ones are “iffy”. Wally would charge extra for that.
I have a mechanic who does everything not involving wheel alignment, since he doesn’t have the equipment for that. And a tire guy who sells me tires and does my alignments.
I hate the petty suburb I’m living in. Should I finally go from “constantly annoyed” to fully pissed and move back to Omaha, I’ll still bring my cars down here–at least until my new neighbors turn me on to their car people.
BTW, the only thing I use a WallyWorld or other chain garage for is flat tire repair in strange cities. You can get it done fast and fairly cheap, but since they use gooey plugs instead of patches and plugs eventually work their way out, I end up going in for a patch at one of my regular shops 6 months down the road.
I still miss my Dad’s late buddy who ran an old-fashioned butcher shop. He wasn’t always more expensive than the supermarket, and he’d sell you just one steak, roast ,or chop at a time while the supers all want you to buy in megabulk and act all put out if you want the half- a- carcass split up into smaller packages.
Customer service is very important to me, even with regard to a “freakin’ fast food sandwich”, as devotees of the Pit know. Interestingly, there were many sleazy practitioners of so-called customer service over there who tried to “tear me a new one” over there.