Braxton Harris Company Sucks

If you just did a web search for "Braxton Harris" and found this blog please do not be surprised when I tell you that Braxton Harris Company of Anniston, Alabama, sucks. I'm talking brown pond water here, folks.

I called them up today and asked for Braxton Harris himself. I thought Mr. Harris, a man so proud of himself, he named his business the Braxton Harris Company, would be easy to talk with. I was totally surprised when Mr. Harris's secretary asked me "who may I say is calling?". When I told her my name, she told me to hold on. When she finally came back on the line she asked me "what is this in regards to?". I told her it was in regards to plumbing supplies. Well, she must not have believed me. She probably thought I was a bill collector, a lawyer, or someone chasing Mr. Harris down for money owed. Sadly, I never got to talk with Braxton Harris.

The way I figure it, if you're gonna do business under your own name, you damned well better like talking to people. There are men and women out there running businesses a hundred times bigger and more successful than Braxton Harris who never hesitate to pick up the phone.

Braxton Harris, on the other hand, hides behind a secretary keen on shielding her boss from a brush with anyone unfamiliar. Had Mr. Harris picked up that phone today he might have made a new friend who buys a lot of stuff and pays for it fast. Instead, he goes on, believing he's God's gift to the industry. Well, he's wrong.

Get well soon, Braxton Harris. You're suckin', dude.