The other day, I got a facetime call from my uncle and this was the conversation in its simplest form.
Client: I need a video game made.
Me: Do you know how many people are involved in making those along with how long that would take?
Client: It won’t take that LONG.
Strike ONE. Another five minutes in:
Client: Well can I get a shirt made?
Me: Maybe. My base rate is $25.
Client: Damn! That’s expensive, can’t I get a discount?
Me: No, I have bills and needs too, plus graphic artists are to be RESPECTED up here.
Client: Well can’t I get a discount?
Me: No, that’s my rate and it’s already pretty cheap.
I’m just starting out in this biz and I’m still in college. But he proceeds to whine that he get something “cheaper” and better at Walmart. (He wanted a pic of him and his daughter together, FYI.) I eventually became heated and explained politely as I can that what he was asking for was custom and took time and effort. This next part is solid gold.
Client: Stop acting like ya momma and give me a discount.
Me: No. I don’t do discounts.
Client: This be a SPECIAL discount. The “I’m your uncle” discount.
STRIKE THREE, YOU’RE OUT. I gave the phone back to my mom before I had an aneurysm.