Sautéed Transmogrified Beef
Me: “Hello, [cafe], how can I help you?”
Caller: “Hi, could you tell me what today’s special is?”
Me: “Today we have a lamb steak with rice and greek potatoes.”
Caller: “Is the lamb steak beef?”
Me: “Hello, [cafe], how can I help you?”
Caller: “Hi, could you tell me what today’s special is?”
Me: “Today we have a lamb steak with rice and greek potatoes.”
Caller: “Is the lamb steak beef?”
(I work in one of several worldwide call-centers, taking new reservations and changes/requests to existing reservations with a major luxury hotel chain. Customers often think we are at the hotel they are calling, because we greet them using the hotel name.)
Me: “Good morning! Thank you for calling [hotel located in Amsterdam]. How may I help you today?”
Guest: “Hi. I have a reservation for next week for two nights in your hotel. I am flying in from New York and have a two-day layover there in Amsterdam, and I basically just have a few questions.”
Me: “Certainly, sir, I’ll answer those for you.”
Guest: “Okay. So, I have a room booked for myself for those two nights. Is the rate any different if someone else is staying in the room with me?”
Me: “No, not at all. Not unless you have booked a breakfast rate. If breakfast is included, the rate is €10 higher, if you are both having breakfast.”
Guest: “Okay good. They won’t be having breakfast.”
Me: “They? The room is a two-person maximum, sir. If you want more people in there, you have to book a larger room.”
Guest: “Well, that’s my second question: is it a problem if there are two different people joining me on the two different nights?”
Me: “Oh… no, as long as it just one on each night, then the rate is still the same. Do you have any other questions?”
Guest: “Yeah… how far are you guys from the red light district?”
Me: “Um… we are about half a mile away, sir.”
Guest: “And is it safe walking between the hotel and the district? You know where I am going with this right?”
Me: “Yes. I think I have pretty good idea, sir. There should be no issue walking between us and the district, sir. Otherwise our concierge can arrange a cab for you. Any further questions?”
Guest: “No, I think that’s all. Thank you so much for your help! Have a great day!”
(The call ends, and my coworker turns to me.)
Coworker: “Another ‘John’ going to Amsterdam?”
Me: “Yup.”
Regular Customer: “I’ll have a toffee-hazelnut iced coffee, but can you make it decaf?”
Me: “Sure, no problem. Switching to ‘D,’ then?”
Regular Customer: “Yeah, my doctor told me I should cut down on sugar, so I’m going with decaf!”
Me: “Um… there’s no sugar in regular or decaf coffee. But there is sugar in the two syrups I use to make that flavor; are you sure you want them?”
Regular Customer: “Oh yes, I’m not cutting out every bit of sugar! Just the caffeine sugars.”
Me: “There are zero calories, zero sugars in plain black coffee, either regular or decaf.”
Regular Customer: “Yeah, but my sister says she cut out iced coffee and she’s lost 20 pounds! I have to have my coffee, but I figured I could just do decaf instead.”
Me: “I can use sugar-free flavors for you if you’re trying to—”
Regular Customer: “No! I hate that fake stuff. Just the decaf iced coffee with toffee and hazelnut. Oh, and extra cream.”
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(I’m an IT tech, working on the computer in the tourist entrance to our college. As the college is rather old, and has featured in a certain series of wizard-based films, we have a lot of tour groups in the summer. I overhear this exchange between a tour guide and the tourist entrance manager.)
Guide: “Hi, I have a group of eleven people who’d like to look around. Can you tell me where the [wizard-film] was shot?
Manager: “Sure, it’s just around the corner, in the cloisters. Entry is £3 per person, unless they have university cards, or are seniors or students.”
Guide: “WHAT?! SINCE WHEN DID YOU START CHARGING? WE ONLY WANT TO SEE THE FILM LOCATION! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE CHARGING NOW! YOU’RE JUST GOUGING TOURISTS NOW YOU’RE FAMOUS! YOU NEVER CHARGED ME LAST YEAR!”
Manager: “I’m sorry, sir; we have always made a charge for vis—”
Guide: “THIS IS BULL-S***! I NEVER GOT CHARGED LAST YEAR! GET ME YOUR MANAGER, AND HE’LL TELL YOU THERE WAS NEVER A CHARGE!”
Manager: “I am the manager, sir, and as far as I am aware, we have always made a charge. If you like, I can look up when that was introduced for you, and see what it was then.”
Guide: “YOU DO THAT!”
(The manager comes inside, and goes through a long list of old ledgers on a shelf behind me. He takes the last one out to the guide.)
Manager: “Here we are sir. The earliest record of entry fees I have is for 1974. I can ring the archivist and see if she has any earlier records, if you wish.”
Guide: “…that won’t be necessary. £3 per person was it?”
(I am working as a manager/bartender at a local club. It’s fairly slow, and a clearly drunk regular approaches to order.)
Customer: “I’ll get a tall ‘Paralyzer.'”
Me: “Sure thing! That will be $5.75.”
(I proceed to make the drink, take his payment, and continue doing my job. A few minutes later, he returns to the bar with the empty cup.)
Customer: “There was no alcohol in this! Make me another one on the house, you b****!”
Me: “Excuse me? You watched me make it, and drank it all. If you came back after a sip, maybe, but not when it’s empty, dude.”
(The customer’s intoxicated female friend approaches next to him.)
Friend: “You’re full of it. I was the manager here a month ago; you’re new and stupid. You tried to rip him off, so make a new one! F****** stupid w****!”
Me: “Listen up. One, you’re full of it. I’m the manager, and have been for the last year. You’ve never worked here. Second, I know for a fact you do nails for a living. If I had them done, ripped them off, and then said you didn’t do them, would you do them again for free? No. There was alcohol in that drink. Third, call me a f****** name again, and I’ll have you out of here so fast, your four-size-too-small miniskirt might actually squeeze away from your hippo thighs. Now, can I get you anything else, or are you good?”
(The owner laughed so hard she had to run to the bathroom. The customer’s friend ended up with a DUI that night. Talk about Karma!)