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    Right Place, Wrong Attitude

    | California, USA |

    (I was the second-in-command at a social services agency. One day, our receptionist asked me to take a phone call from a person who was very upset about the way she was being treated, and wanted to talk to the person in charge.)

    Me: “Hello, I’m ****, how can I help you?”

    Caller: *angry* “Are you in charge there?”

    Me: “Yes, ma’am. I am the most senior person here. What can I do for you?”

    Caller: *yelling* “So you have a boss?”

    Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

    Caller: “I’M NOT TALKING TO YOU! I WANT TO TALK TO YOUR SUPERVISOR!”

    Me: “My supervisor isn’t here right now. I have the authority to help you, ma’am, if you’ll just let me know what it is you need–”

    Caller: “I REFUSE TO SPEAK TO ANYONE BUT YOUR SUPERVISOR! YOU ARE ALL USELESS!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, my supervisor isn’t here right now. I am in charge.”

    Caller: “YOU ARE USELESS!” *hangs up*

    Me: *to the receptionist* “Did she tell you anything about what she needed?”

    Receptionist: “Yes, she said she needed to take anger management classes.”

    Close Encounters Of The Dumb Kind

    | Canada |

    Me: “Thank you for calling **** support.”

    Customer: “Um…I don’t think you’re going to believe this….”

    Me: “What seems to be the issue today?”

    Customer: “I think my computer was abducted!”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Customer: “I went to bed last night and my computer was on my dining room table. I woke up this morning late for work and rushed out the door. As I backed out of the driveway, I heard a crunch, and I figured it was a trash can or something.”

    Me: “…OK. And what does this have to do with your computer, sir?”

    Customer: “Well, when I checked it out it was my computer under the back tire. But I swear that it was still inside the house when I went to bed last night!”

    Me: “OK sir, unfortunately your warranty does not cover extraterrestrial damage, so any repairs to the computer will have to be paid with a credit card.”

    Customer: “WHAT?! I don’t want it fixed! I just wanted to let you know that your computers attract aliens. My insurance company already replaced it. I’m just waiting for it to arrive now.” *click*

    All Games Rated D For Delicious

    | London, UK | Top

    (A coworker and I are chatting at the counter, when a guy comes up and dumps a Playstation 3
    onto the counter.)

    Customer: “It’s defective.”

    Coworker: “I’m very sorry, sir. What seems to be the problem?”

    Customer: “Nothing happens when I plug it into my TV.”

    Coworker: “OK, let me check on one of the ones we have.”

    (My coworker takes the Playstation 3 and plugs it into a TV we have. It works fine.)

    Coworker: “It doesn’t appear to be the Playstation 3. It’s probably the TV. Would you like to bring that in for us to have a look at?”

    Customer: “Yeah. OK. I’ll bring it in later.”

    (The customer grabs the Playstation 3 and leaves. He returns a few hours later and walks up to me, alone this time.)

    Customer: “Hey, you were with the guy who served me earlier, right?”

    Me: “Yes. You have the TV, sir?”

    (The customer dumps the strangest TV ever onto the counter with the Playstation 3 beside it.)

    Customer: “Here. It’s still not working.”

    Me: *holding back laughter* “Sir, this isn’t a TV. It’s a microwave.”

    Customer: “Duh! I know that!”

    Me: “I don’t think the Playstation 3 will work on it.”

    Customer: “Why not?”

    Me: “Because it’s a microwave. It’s used to cook food, not play games.”

    Customer: “But it has a screen. Why wouldn’t it work?”

    Me: *facepalm*

    Homeland Insecurity

    , | Santa Cruz, CA, USA |

    (I’m ringing up a man who is buying a new laptop.)

    Customer: “So, what are your ethnicities?”

    (This question didn’t strike me as odd, as people have wondered in the past.)

    Me: “Half European and half Middle Eastern.”

    Customer: “Oh, so like one of those terrorists…. just watered-down.”

    Me: “Oh, I’m not watered-down, sir.” *holds out his receipt, smirking*

    (The customer looks a bit freaked, grabs his receipt and takes off quickly with his stuff–except for his credit card.)

    Hair-Brained

    | Canada |

    (I work as a receptionist at a place where they cut little kid’s hair. ¬†This one lady walks into the store with her child and decides to get her daughter’s hair cut).

    Hairstylist: “Okay, before we start, are you sure you want this much off?” *shows length*

    Customer: “Yes.”

    Hairstylist: “Are you absolutely sure? ¬†It’s very very short, you want it ALL off of your daughter?”

    Customer: “Yes! Yes!¬†I know what I want, I know what my daughter wants!”

    Hairstylist: “Okay, if you’re sure.” ¬†

    (She proceeds to cut the kid’s hair up to the desired length. The mother then starts wandering out of the store.)

    Me: “Excuse me ma’am, may I suggest you please stay in the store? We want to make sure you see what is happening with your daughter’s cut.”

    Customer: “But I have to go shopping. It’ll be fine.”

    Me: “Yes, but we aren’t a babysitting service–”

    Customer: “I’ll be right back!”

    (The customer leaves.  The hairstylist finishes the cut and the poor kid is waiting for her mom.  She sits in a corner and plays with some toys until her mother comes back.)

    Customer: *eyeing the haircut* “What!? It’s too short! Who said I gave you permission to cut it that short!”

    Hairstylist: “But ma’am, I asked you three ti–”

    Customer: “This is ridiculous!¬†I come in here and I pay all this money and you don’t do it the way I want it!”

    Me: “But–”

    Customer: “She’s supposed to be at a piano recital today! ¬†Now she’s going to be upset and can’t play! ¬†I can’t show her to the other parents now!¬†I’m calling the cops!”

    Me: “…What?”

    Customer: “I SAID I’M CALLING THE COPS, give me your phone!”

    Me: “I’m sorry ma’am, I don’t think the police will be interested in this. I can try and get the hairstylist to fix it for you–”

    Customer: “I’M GOING!” ¬†

    (She takes her child and storms out of the store.)

    Hairstylist: “I take it she didn’t leave me a tip.”

    Me: “She didn’t pay either…”

    (I ended up calling mall security, and she sheepishly comes back later after calming down. A few months later, she comes back and wants the same hairstylist again. Go figure!)

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