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    God Complex

    | Florida, USA |

    (I hostess at an upscale restaurant in a very nice part of town. I get a call like this about once a night on weekends, which are super busy.)

    Customer: “Can I get a reservation for four at 7 tonight for Dr. xxx?”

    Me: “I’m very sorry sir, we’re booked solid from 6 to 10. I can get you a reservation for tomorrow night if you’re interested.”

    Customer: “But I’m a doctor.”

    Those Silly Ethnics And Their Funny Words

    | Colorado, USA |

    Customer: “Do you have burrito wrappers?”

    Me: “Do you mean tortillas?”

    Customer: “Well I guess you could call them that.”

    The Agony And The Ecstasy

    | Virginia, USA | Top

    (I was working for a call center that exclusively dealt with UPS)

    Me: “Thank you for calling, how may I help you?”

    Client: “I need to track a package.”

    Me: “I would be happy to help you with that. Do you have a tracking number?”.

    Client: “Yes, I do…” *proceeds to read off the tracking number*

    Me: “I’m sorry, however that’s not coming up as a valid tracking number…there doesn’t appear to be enough numbers. Could you read it to me again?”

    (The client gives me the number again, to no avail. I spend the next few minutes attempting to use what information was available to try and locate the package…with the client coming close to tears when I am unsuccessful. Finally, her boyfriend comes on the line, proceeds to yell at and berate me, using all sorts of expletives; due to my inability to find this package.)

    Client’s boyfriend: “Look, I can’t understand why you cannot locate this package. I mean, I have the tracking number. It says right here, FEDEX TRACKING NUMBER!!!”

    *pause*

    Client’s boyfriend: *sheepishly* “This is UPS, isn’t it?”

    Me: “Yep. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

    *click*

    Those Darned Post-Its Of Death

    | South England |

    User: “My computer’s not working properly–it stopped working when you were up here doing whatever you were doing, so you need to fix it.”

    Tech support engineer: “I was upstairs writing down names. I wrote your name on a post it note. I’m not sure how that broke your computer.”

    Today, All My Questions Shall Be Stupid

    | Somerset, UK | Top

    Customer: “What size is this rug?”

    Me, reading label: “54″ x 72″.”

    Customer: “So how big is that?”

    Me: “In centimetres? It’s…”

    Customer: “No, in inches.”

    Me: “It’s 54 inches x 72 inches.”

    Customer: “OK. And what colour is it?”

    Me: “Lilac.”

    Customer: “Right…and would it look good in my lounge?”

    Me: “I don’t know…I’ve never seen your lounge.”

    Customer: “No, I guess you haven’t. Do you think I have room for it?”

    Me: ?@#!


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