I read this and thought: FIC!
May. 4th, 2009 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
animeartistjoI am in LOVE with notalwaysright.com, since two of my past jobs involve the fast food industry and calling. As I'm working my way back through the archives, I come across the most PERFECT and most slashable anecdote EVER.
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(Note: I’m about five-seven, one-hundred forty pounds and work at a video game store. My best friend is a foot taller, and about a hundred pounds heavier.)
Me: “Thank you for calling ***, can I help you?”
Customer: “Uh yeah, I bought this stupid hockey-game, and I wanna return it ’cause I don’t like it.”
Me: “Well, I’m sorry sir, but you can’t simply return a game because you didn’t like it.”
Customer: “Uh… I mean, the game doesn’t work right.”
Me: “Sir, you just told me that you didn’t like the game, not that it was defective.”
Customer: *click*
(Thirty minutes later, I’ve just opened the store and my best friend stops by. The same customer storms in with a game.)
Customer: “Uh, yeah, I just called about thirty minutes ago, and some guy said I could get my money back because I didn’t like this game.”
Me: “Sir, the person you spoke to was me. I’ll tell you now, as I told you then, you can’t get a refund for a game if you don’t like it. Nor can you get an exchange.”
Customer: “Well, I’m just gonna have to come across the counter and kick your a**, you son of a b****!”
My friend: “Hey, really quick, could I get your name and if you have any severe allergies to pain-killers?”
Customer, to my friend: “Who the h*** are you, and what the h*** are you doing?!”
My friend: “I’m his wrestling and sparring partner, and I’m calling you an ambulance.”
(The customer leaves, quickly. And yes, my best friend is also my wrestling and sparring partner, for the past 3 years.)
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I'm not the only one, right?
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(Note: I’m about five-seven, one-hundred forty pounds and work at a video game store. My best friend is a foot taller, and about a hundred pounds heavier.)
Me: “Thank you for calling ***, can I help you?”
Customer: “Uh yeah, I bought this stupid hockey-game, and I wanna return it ’cause I don’t like it.”
Me: “Well, I’m sorry sir, but you can’t simply return a game because you didn’t like it.”
Customer: “Uh… I mean, the game doesn’t work right.”
Me: “Sir, you just told me that you didn’t like the game, not that it was defective.”
Customer: *click*
(Thirty minutes later, I’ve just opened the store and my best friend stops by. The same customer storms in with a game.)
Customer: “Uh, yeah, I just called about thirty minutes ago, and some guy said I could get my money back because I didn’t like this game.”
Me: “Sir, the person you spoke to was me. I’ll tell you now, as I told you then, you can’t get a refund for a game if you don’t like it. Nor can you get an exchange.”
Customer: “Well, I’m just gonna have to come across the counter and kick your a**, you son of a b****!”
My friend: “Hey, really quick, could I get your name and if you have any severe allergies to pain-killers?”
Customer, to my friend: “Who the h*** are you, and what the h*** are you doing?!”
My friend: “I’m his wrestling and sparring partner, and I’m calling you an ambulance.”
(The customer leaves, quickly. And yes, my best friend is also my wrestling and sparring partner, for the past 3 years.)
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I'm not the only one, right?
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Date: 2009-05-05 12:00 pm (UTC)And if I didn't work Customer Service and deal with that same kind of shit myself, I doubt I'd actually believe half the stories, though. ^_^