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    A Few Carrots Short Of A Bunch

    | Ottawa, ON, Canada |

    (I work for a business software company. We take data from a database, and turn it into reports.)

    Client: *on the phone* “My reports look wrong.”

    Me: “All right, let’s take a look.”

    (I see the problem, and we’re able to trace the problem back to his database – something outside of my company’s control.)

    Me: “It looks like you have some bad data in your database – once the data in there is right, you should have no problems with your reports.”

    Client: “That’s ridiculous. I don’t care what the database has; it’s my report that’s wrong.”

    Me: “Actually, we see the exact same problem in your database as we do in the report.”

    Client: “It’s still your fault.”

    (This goes on for 20 minutes. I finally decide to make it simpler.)

    Me: “If you make a hamburger with rotten meat, do you blame the bun company when you get sick?”

    Client: “I’m a vegetarian, I wouldn’t know.”

    Me: “OK, fine – if your veggie patty was rotten, would you blame the bun company?”

    Client: “Veggie patties never go rotten!”

    Me: “I don’t think you understand my analogy.”

    Client: “I don’t think YOU understand vegetarians!”

    Me: “Ma’am, I work tech support. It’s not my job to understand vegetarians.”

    Client: “WELL IT’S NOT MY JOB EITHER, BUT I DO!”

    Me: “That’s because you are one.”

    Client: “NO I’M NOT!”

    Me: “You told me you were a vegetarian, 30 seconds ago.”

    Client: “I LIED!”

    Me: “…why?”

    Client: “BECAUSE YOU’RE WRONG!”

    Me: “No, I’m not.”

    Client: “WROOONG! WRONG, WRONG, WRONG! WROOONG!”

    (She kept on saying ‘wrong’ for a good 45 seconds, despite me trying to interject, so I then hung up. No one in the company has heard from her since.)

    Super Absorbent For Those Mentally Heavy Days

    | Texas, USA |

    (An elderly man calls up to the store.)

    Me: “Thank you for calling ****, this is ****, how can I help you?”

    Customer: “Yes, my granddaughter came to visit me, and she bought me a birthday gift. It’s on the kitchen table, but I’m not sure what it is.”

    Me: “OK, well, what can you tell me about the product?”

    Customer: “Well, the box says ‘K-O-T-E-X’ – can you tell me what that is, honey? What it’s used for? I just can’t figure it out.”

    Me: Well, sir…that’s a feminine hygiene product.”

    Customer: “Feminine hygiene? What’s the product for? I just can’t figure it out.”

    Me: “Sir…it’s for women on their period.”

    Customer: “Why would my granddaughter buy me Kotex?”

    Me: “I don’t know sir, maybe you should ask her that.”

    Customer: “So can I still use them to stir my Kool-Aid with? Because that’s what I’ve been using them for.”

    Another Darwin Awards Candidate

    | Portugal | Extra Stupid, Wild & Unruly

    (I’m working the night shift when suddenly a guy dressed in black with a mask over his head comes in. He pulls out a gun and comes heading my way. Without even thinking, I incapacitate him with a basic self-defense skill.)

    Customer: “HOLY S***! What the h*** are you doing?”

    Me: “Sir, you were about to hold me up!”

    Customer: “What?”

    Me: “You came into the store with a mask over your head and gun in hand.”

    (At this point, I notice that the gun is a controller for a game. I let him go.)

    Me: “I’m very sorry about what just happened, sir. So you wanted that fixed, right?”

    Customer: “It’s… no big deal, can you fix it anyway?”

    Me: “Not a problem, sir.”

    (After checking the wiring and whatnot inside the gun, I find some faulty chipwork and fix it.)

    Me: “Here you go, sir.”

    Customer: “Thanks.” *pays up*

    Me: “Just one thing, though.”

    Customer: “Ah, yeah?”

    Me: “What’s with the mask?”

    Customer: “Sometimes, I like to pretend!” *giggles and walks out*

    (I never worked the night shift again.)

    It’s A Low Maintenance Affair

    | Cleveland, OH, USA |

    Me: “Happy Holidays! How can I help you today?”

    Customer: “Well, I need two gifts.”

    Me: “Okay, who are you shopping for and what did you have in mind?”

    Customer: “I need one for my wife, and one for my girlfriend. I got them the same thing last year, so we can just do that again.”

    Maybe It Got Chuck Norris’d

    | Leesburg, VA, USA |

    (A customer approaches the repair counter with a paper shopping bag, and I can hear stuff rattling around inside.)

    Customer: “I bought this computer here, and it’s broken. I want to return it.”

    (She dumps out the bag, and inside is a laptop that is broken completely in half.)

    Customer: “It was like this when I opened the box.”

    Me: “Okay… well, do you have the receipt, and the original packaging?”

    Customer: *hands me a receipt*

    Me: “Ma’am, this receipt is from three months ago.”

    Customer: “I know, I bought it three months ago but I just opened it today.”

    Me: “Well, do you have the original packaging?”

    Customer: “No, I threw it away.”

    Me: “So, let me get this straight. You opened the box, three months after buying the computer, and the laptop was broken in half, so you threw out the box?”

    Customer: “Yeah, I didn’t think I needed it.”

    Me: “I really don’t think you can return this.”

    Customer: “Alright, but you can fix it. It’s still got a manufacturer warranty.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but manufacturer warranties don’t cover accidental damage, just defects.”

    Customer: “But it’s not accidental damage! It was like this when I bought it!”

    Me: “I find that really hard to believe, and so would anyone else. Nobody in their right mind would believe that it came out of the box like this.”

    Customer: “But why would I lie about that?”

    Me: “To get a free repair? I’m sorry, I just can’t do it. Your warranty does not cover accidental damage.”

    Customer: *thinks for a moment* “But what if it wasn’t an accident?”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Customer: “What if it wasn’t an accident? I did it on purpose. That’s not accidental damage.”

    Me: “…”

    Customer: “Hmmmmmmm?”

    Me: “Have a good day, ma’am.”

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