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    Good Customer Service Is Saving The Girl

    , | ON, Canada | Awesome Workers, Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Top

    (I am working the cash register at a fast food restaurant when a girl no older than 15 comes up to order.)

    Girl #1: “I’ll have a number three with a [Soda], please.”

    Me: “Sure. Will that be everything?”

    Girl #1: “Umm… no, actually. I think I was followed here. If you see some girls come in and bother me, can you ask them to leave?”

    Me: “I’ll see what I can do.”

    (The girl takes her food over to the only table where she can be easily seen by all of the front counter staff, and she takes out some homework. Less than five minutes later, three girls come in, go straight to Girl #1′s table, and start talking to her. In the 30 seconds it takes to ask my manager for permission to kick the group out, Girl #1 has started crying.)

    Me: *to the group* “You guys are harassing this girl. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

    Girl #2: “It’s okay. We know her.”

    Me: “No, it’s not okay. You can’t be harassing paying customers.”

    Girl #2: “We can buy something. We’ll be paying customers, too.”

    Me: “Too late. I won’t just stand back and watch while you harass this girl. If you don’t leave right now, security will be called and you’ll be banned from the property.”

    (As our restaurant was located in a mall parking lot, being banned from the property also meant being banned from the mall, so they left pretty quickly with no more argument. Since Girl #1 was still extremely upset, my manager let me give her a free milkshake and sit with her for a bit until she calmed down.)

    Me: “So, what was that all about? Do you know those girls?”

    Girl #1: “They go to school with me. I live in a group home. Ever since they found out, they’ve been following me around and making fun of me for it. I’ve been looking for a quiet place to do my homework for weeks. I can’t do it at the home; it’s too noisy, and I get no privacy there. And I’ve been to a few different coffee shops, and restaurants, and even the library, but they follow me everywhere, and no one has ever kicked them out, because they’re never loud or disruptive. This is the first place to help me.”

    (I let Girl #1 get back to her homework. After that, she came in a few times a week to do homework. I let the managers and other staff know of her situation, so there was always someone there for Girl #1 to talk to or someone to threaten the bullies with banishment from the mall if they ever came back, which they didn’t.)

    It’s Scary What They Want Refunds For

    | Orlando, FL, USA | Crazy Requests, Family & Kids

    (A woman walks into our haunted house with her 10-year-old son, buying admission for the two of them. After she comes out, she storms over to me, a look of anger on her face.)

    Customer: “Refund. Now!”

    Me: “Ma’am, as you can see by this sign, we have a strict ‘No Refund’ policy.”

    Customer: “No, you don’t understand. I want my money back, and I want it now! I want to speak with the manager of this place.”

    Me: “Actually, ma’am, I am the manager.”

    Customer: “Well, then you can give me a refund.”

    Me: “Before we take this any further, I’d like to know why you want a refund.”

    Customer: “Do you have any idea how bad this place scared my child? He was terrified!”

    Me: “Well, in that case, I certainly cannot give you a refund.”

    Customer: “Oh? Why’s that?”

    Me: “You see, ma’am, this is a haunted house. Our job here is to scare and frighten everyone who comes in here. You said you son was scared when he went in. Then you got what you paid for.”

    Customer: “Yeah, but I didn’t think it would scare him THAT bad!”

    Me: “Then we’ve exceeded expectations.”

    Customer: “No, you didn’t! You scared a little ten year old boy to death!”

    Me: “As I stated, that is our job. It is up to the family of children to decide whether the child should go in or not.”

    Customer: “I think it would be up to the workers here to not scare a child who’s coming through!”

    Me: “Then they wouldn’t be doing their job, ma’am.”

    Customer: “So, I can’t get a refund?”

    Me: “I’m afraid not.”

    Customer: “You should change the policy about refunds, then.”

    Me: “I have no power to do that. I’m the manager, but not the owner. And he has told us that if we were to give out refunds, we would have no profit, because people would abuse the refunds right. This is why we can’t do it.”

    Customer: “No refund?”

    Me: “No refund, sorry.”

    Customer: “Well, then I’m NEVER coming back to this place ever again!”

    Me: “Okay.”

    (The woman looked at me in disbelief for a few seconds before she briskly walked away, murmuring something to herself.)

    Birthright Is Wrong

    | Australia | At The Checkout, Bigotry, Family & Kids, Language & Words

    Customer: “Oh! What an interesting accent! Which country are you from?”

    Me: “Thank you. I was born here, but my dad is Northumbrian, so I have a bit of his accent.”

    Customer: “So when did you arrive in Australia?”

    Me: “I never left. I was born here.”

    Customer: “No, that’s impossible. I don’t think you were. In fact, I KNOW you weren’t.”

    Me: “So, it’s impossible for my mother to have me in Australia with my dad, who migrated from the UK and has a strong accent that I picked up?”

    Customer: “Yes.”

    Me: “I was born here in Australia, ma’am.”

    Customer: “Oh, you keep thinking that.” *winks and leaves the store*

    Marrying Together Archaic Ideas

    | Australia | Family & Kids, Health & Body, Spouses & Partners

    (I have a long-time repeat client, old but quite nice. As I am finishing up going through the paperwork and vouchers for his identical biannual holiday with his wife, I inform him I won’t be able to assist with his next trip as I’d be on maternity leave but I’ll pass his file over to my manager and she’ll be quite happy to assist.)

    Client: *blank look* “But you’re not… married.”

    Me: “Well… no…?”

    Client: “How can you be going on maternity leave, then?”

    Me: “Because I’m having a baby?”

    Client: But you’re not MARRIED?!”

    Me: “Uh, I know, but I appear to be pregnant and as I am having a child I need maternity leave…”

    Client: “BUT. YOU’RE. NOT. MARRIED. How can you be PREGNANT?”

    (Every week for the next seven months he came into my office, sat in front of me, and implored me to go and get married, to anyone – maybe that man over there? – because I needed to be married to have a child. Well, I have a child and I’m still not married. Occasionally he goes back into my old store and asks if I’m married yet.)

    A Whole New State Of Understanding

    | PA, USA | Family & Kids, Geography

    (I’m currently having a conversation with a little girl, about kindergarten age, while I do her nails.)

    Little Girl: “You know, I’ve never been to the United States of America.”

    Me: “Wait, what?”

    Little Girl: “I’ve never been to the States. I wonder what it’s like there?”

    Me: “You live in the United States, hun.”

    Little Girl: “I do?”

    Me: “Yes! You sure do!”

    Little Girl: “Wow, I thought I lived in the city!”


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