Life Before Google Street Views
(I work in an insurance agency in the middle of a downtown shopping district. A customer called and asked to be transferred to the agent with the desk by the window.)
Me: “Hi, this is [My Name] speaking. Can I get your last name, please?”
Customer: “It’s Clark, but what do you need that for?”
Me: “Well, each agent deals with a different segment of the alphabet, so clients with last names beginning with A-H go to Joan. I will need to transfer you.”
Customer: “Does Joan have a desk by the window?”
Me: “Uh… no, ma’am, but she will have all of your files. If you can hold for a moment, I will transfer you.”
Customer: “Well, I don’t want to talk to Joan. I want to talk to you. You are the one who sits near the window, aren’t you?”
Me: “Yes, but as I said–”
Customer: “Look, I don’t want to talk to anyone but you! Joan doesn’t sit near the window, so she can’t help me. I need to talk to someone who has a view of the street.”
Me: “Um, okay–”
Customer: “Now if you are done, would you please tell me what the name of the curtain shop across the street from you is called?”
Me: “Huh? Uh, Country Curtains.”
Customer: “Thank you. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” *hangs up*
Me: “…”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?