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    University Of Homer Simpson, Part 2

    , | Oneonta, NY, USA |

    (A student is dropping a computer off at our college’s IT desk for us to work on.)

    Me: “Do you have an administrator password for this machine?”

    Student: “Yes, it’s ‘Homer’.”

    Me: “Like the author?”

    Student: *blank stare*

    Me: “… like Homer Simpson?”

    Student: “Yeah!”

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    They Stop Terrorists, Thwart Criminals, and Return Blenders

    | Washington, USA |

    Customer: *on the phone* “My order number is ****.”

    Me: “OK, I’ve got your order up on my screen. How can I help you, sir?”

    Customer: “You shipped me this product, and I did not order it.”

    Me: “Are you **** of **** Street?”

    Customer: “Yes. I was on your website and I selected this product, and hit the ‘Submit Order’ button, but I didn’t order it.”

    Me: “When you hit ‘Submit Order’ and get an order number, and an email confirming your order, that means you have submitted an order.”

    Customer: “But I haven’t paid for this product, so I didn’t order it.”

    Me: “That’s because you selected the ‘Bill Me Later’ option.”

    Customer: “Fine. Then guess what I’m going to do? I’m going to keep this product, and I’m never going to pay you for it. Sucker.”

    Me: “That’s your choice, sir, but if you don’t either return the product we sent you or pay by the due date, your account will be sent to a collection agency for recovery.”

    Customer: “I am calling the FBI to report you.”

    Me: “For what, sir?”

    Customer: “I’m going to tell them that you sent me a product that I didn’t pay for, and they’re going to shut you crooks down.”

    Me: “So you’re going to call the FBI, and tell them that you ordered a product from us, and now you’re refusing to pay for it OR send it back.”

    Customer: “Don’t you twist my words. I’m calling the FBI on YOU, not ME.”

    Me: “That’s your choice, sir, but wouldn’t it be easier to just send the product back if you don’t want it?”

    Customer: “I do want it. I’m just not paying for it. You’ve wasted enough of my time. I’m hanging up now and calling the FBI.” *hangs up*

    (I checked his account later and saw that the guy paid his bill in full before it was even due. I guess things didn’t pan out with the FBI.)

    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.”


    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?”


    Me: “No, I’m not.”


    (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.)

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