Category: Bad Behavior

Welsh Excuse Me

| Wales, UK | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Language & Words, Tourists/Travel

Customer: “WHY ARE ALL YOUR TOWN NAMES STUPID? CAN’T YOU SPELL?!”

Me: “Sir, please don’t shout. The town names around here are in Welsh, because you’re in Wales. I’m sorry if this offends you.”

Customer: “It’s not just offensive. It’s f***ing stupid!”

Me: “Sir, please don’t swear. The town names are part of our unique history. They tell us about our heritage.

Customer: Well your heritage f***ing sucks.

Me: Sir, can I actually help you with anything, or did you just come here to tell us that you don’t like Wales?

Customer: You all need to be more English. *leaves*

Coworker: Well… at least you didn’t need to ask him to leave!

Older Ladies Have A Higher Drive (Thru)

, | Charlotte, NC, USA | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Rude & Risque

(I’m working the drive thru late on Saturday night. I’m 17 at this point. A group of older women, presumably on a cougars’ night out, have come up to the second window and have paid. I hand them their drinks.)

Me: “Your food will be right out, ladies.”

Woman: *in the back seat* “Show him something!”

(I think I know what she means, so I’m not particularly keen to hand them their food when it comes up. Sure enough, when I go to give them their food, EVERY woman in the car has exposed her bare breasts.)

Me: “Here’s your food. Have a good night!”

(I immediately closed the window and fled. I could hear them laughing as they drove off. What a show for a 17-year old…)

A True Basket Case

| IN, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior

(I’m a cashier. I’m currently ringing up a customer that’s attending a small child, maybe four or five years old.)

Me: “You know these are buy one, get one free? Would you like to go back and get another one?”

Customer #1: *sighs loudly* “Oh, s***.” *sighs again* “Could you get it for me?”

Me: “I’m sorry, it’s crazy today and there’s no way we could leave the registers. If you like, I can give you the discount, you can check out, and then go back and get another?”

Customer #1: *sigh* “Is there anyone who could get me another one?”

Me: *a little taken aback* “I’m really sorry, ma’am, but we are all really busy and there’s no one free.”

Customer #1: *silence*

Me: “Did you want to check out and then get another?”

Customer #1: *yelling* “You know what? Forget it! My friend told me she had horrible customer service here, too. I don’t want another one!”

Me: “…Are you sure?”

Customer #1: “YES!”

Me: “All right, then.”

(As I’m ringing her up, she continues to insult me and the business. A woman behind her says.)

Customer #2: “You don’t have to shop here, ma’am.”

Me: “All righty, here you go. Have a good one, ma’am.”

(The little boy with her speaks up. We have a playground on our property for the kids while the adults are shopping.)

Little Boy: “Can we go to the playground?”

Customer #1: “NO! We’re not going to this playground. We’re going to find another playground.”

(The boy immediately throws a huge tantrum, screaming and all. Nobody pays him any attention, looks at them strangely, or does much of anything. The woman looks at everyone and screams:)

Customer #1: “HE’S DISABLED!!!!!”

Customer #2: “Nobody said anything. I think you need an attitude adjustment!”

(The woman grumbles and leaves. Later I find out from my coworker that the customer came up to her in the parking lot, told her that she got terrible service, and showed her the receipt with my name on it.)

Coworker: “I was confused, because she said that the cashier was very rude. I saw your name and thought, ‘you’re not rude!'”

(Several weeks later, the same customer shows up and just so happens to get into my line. This time, we’re selling cherries. We display them in small quart-sized wooden baskets. We dump the cherries into plastic grocery bags for weighing, and then reuse the wooden baskets to display more produce. The woman has brought some cherries up to the register. I pour the cherries into a plastic bag.)

Customer #1: “I’d like to keep them in the basket.”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we reuse the baskets. You can buy it for 50 cents.”

Customer #1: “UGH!” *turning to the other customers* THIS is why I don’t shop here! They just want to gouge you! They already overcharge you for everything and wanna charge you for this basket! I hate this place!”

Me: “Well, you don’t have to shop here, ma’am.”

Customer #1: “I KNOW!”

(All of the customers behind her were quite pleasant and stared at her in disbelief.)

I Don’t Speak Racist

, | USA | Awesome Workers, Bad Behavior, Bigotry

(One of my teammates is calling me to transfer a customer’s call. I’m born and raised in California. She is of Asian descent, and although her English is quite good it’s not her first language and she has her native accent.)

Teammate: “My customer says he wants to talk to an ‘American.’ He won’t talk to me at all.”

Me: “Seriously? It still amazes me how bigoted some people can be. I’m sorry; I’ll be GLAD to take the call.”

Teammate: *trying to stifle the tears brought on by the customer’s abusive comments towards her* “Thank you; I’ll bring him on.” *pause* “Sir? I have my banker [My Name] on the line. He will be taking your call from here.”

Me: *with a very slight Eastern Indian accent* “Hello, thank you for calling [Bank]. How may I help you today?”

Customer: What the f***! I said I wanted to talk to a god-d**** American! I DEMAND that you get me a blue-blooded American on the phone, RIGHT NOW, or you are going to be in a WORLD of hurt. NOW!”

Me: “I’m sorry you feel that way. The person that transferred your call to me was BY FAR one of the most qualified bankers we have, and—”

Customer: “YOU SHUT UP! GET ME AN AMERICAN NOW, or I swear to god, you’re NOT going to like what comes next!”

Me: “I’m as American as they come. Born in the US, and lived here most of my life. Unfortunately, I don’t share your ridiculously myopic, bigoted views on other cultures, and find it unlikely that we’re going to be able to communicate.”

Customer: “What?!”

Me: “We just don’t speak the same language. I don’t feel—”

Customer: “Hey! I talk English, just like you! I’m not gonna let one of those [racial slur] or [even worse racial slur] look at my—”

Me: “—see, that’s just it. I don’t speak that language. Since we don’t offer language translation services for your particular language, I’m afraid I’ll have to disconnect at this point. Have a great day, and thank you for calling [Bank].”

Customer: “Hey! Wait! I need—” *click*

(One of the supervisors (that doesn’t like me much) listens in on the call, and afterwards immediately reports me to management. The next day, I get pulled into a closed-door meeting with the center’s head-manager.)

Manager: “I’m sure you know why you’re here. This was completely inappropriate; you know very well that ALL customers are due the same level of service, no matter what their particular beliefs are, and what you did was so out-of-bounds, I’m not even sure where I would start in filling out the paperwork to let you go. So, since I don’t know where to start, I suppose it wouldn’t make much sense to even try. That being said, PLEASE keep yourself in check. We’re a professional organization, and our customers expect the utmost respect from us when they call, okay?”

Me: “Yeah. I’m sorry. If it happens again, I’ll just get a supervisor.”

Manager: “Sounds good. Glad we had this talk. Hey, on a more personal note – good job! Don’t EVER do it again, but good job. All the managers have listened to it, and we were all rolling with laughter – we couldn’t believe that you stood up to him like you did. Just… you know; don’t do it again.” *wink*

On Her Own Little Aisle

| The Netherlands | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests

(I have just finished counting my till and am heading towards the canteen to change and go home after a 10-hour shift. On my way there, a woman in a scooter stops me.)

Customer: “Excuse me!”

Me: “Yes?”

Customer: “Where can I find [specific liquor]?”

Me: *not willing to walk her to it as I’m off duty* “It’s in the next aisle, near the end.”

Customer: “Can’t you get it for me? I can’t go driving around the store just searching! I need a lot of things and you know where they are.”

Me: “I’m sure it’s there. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

(I go to the canteen, take off my work clothes, and change into my regular clothes. I head out and bump into the same woman.)

Customer: “Oh, are you off?”

Me: “Yes, I’m heading home.”

Customer: “Can you get me the milk?”

Me: *waving* “It’s over there.”

Customer: “It’s too high up; I can’t get it from my scooter. Get it for me.”

(I sigh and figure I’d be off faster if I just follow her commands.)

Customer: “See, now we’re getting somewhere. This is customer service; you’d better learn it quick!”

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