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    Above And Beyond The Call

    , | Norway |

    (I talk to customers that call us for information about their debt. An old man, probably around 80 years old, calls.)

    Me: “[Company name], you are speaking to [name]. How can I help you?”

    Caller: “Yeah, hi. I just took some of my wife’s pills by mistake. Is that dangerous?”

    Me: “Sir, I work at a debt collection agency. I can’t give you a good answer to that.”

    Caller: “What? Why not? I need help with this. Who can I call if you can’t help me?”

    Me: “You should problably call your doctor or an ambulance, if you need one.”

    Caller: “All right, what is my doctor’s name and number?”

    (I search for local doctors by looking at his area code. We have caller ID.)

    Me: “Try [number].”

    Caller: “Thank you!” *hangs up*

    Don’t Forget ASL, Too

    , | New York, NY, USA |

    (I’ve been exchanging emails with a woman all day. She tells me I should be expecting her call later in the afternoon. I give her my name and direct number so she won’t have to go through the receptionist switchboard.)

    Me: “Hello, this is [name].”

    Caller: “Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong number.” *click*

    (A few seconds later, the phone rings again from the same number.)

    Me: “Hello, this is [name].”

    Caller: “I can’t believe it! I can’t believe she gave me the wrong number!”

    Me: “Oh, well who are you trying to reach?”

    Caller: “I’m trying to call [my company], but I keep getting you instead!”

    Me: “Oh, this is [my company]. Are you looking for someone else?”

    Caller: “I’m looking for [my name]. I thought this was the right number.”

    Me: “Ah, that’s me! I’m [name]! How can I help you?”

    Caller: “Well, why didn’t you say that? You kept making me think I had the wrong number!”

    Me: “I answered the phone with ‘Hello, this is [name]‘. I’m sorry if you were confused, but what can I help you with?”

    Caller: “That is SO unprofessional! Why didn’t you answer the phone with [company name]?! How is anyone supposed to know they got the right number?”

    Me: “Um, because you’re looking for [name] and I said my name was [name], and you called my direct number?”

    Caller: “You should still always answer the phone with the company name, no matter what! I was about to hang up on you again and just call [competition]. At least they let you know who you’re calling when they pick up the phone!”

    Why So Serious

    | Ontario, Canada | Pets & Animals

    (I am a vet assistant helping a woman who has brought in a small, very hyper dog. I lift the dog up on the table and it starts jumping all over the place.)

    Me: *jokingly* “It must be part kangaroo!”

    Woman: *very pointedly* “It’s. A. Dog.”

    Me: *speechless*

    All I Want For Christmas Is You

    | Toronto, Ontario, Canada |

    (I am working at a gift-wrapping booth at the mall. Since it is Christmas time, there are a lot of security guards around. A couple of security guards walk by the gift-wrap booth, eyeing the price list.)

    Me: “Hi, how may I help you?”

    Female security guard: “Excuse me, how much would it be to wrap him up?” *points at one of the other security guards*

    You Must Be Smoking

    | BC, Canada | Family & Kids, Hotels & Lodging, Top

    (I work in a 100% non-smoking hotel. A lady and her son check in. Ten minutes later, she storms down, son in tow.)

    Lady: “You said we had a non-smoking room! My room smells like smoke.”

    Me: “I assure you, ma’am, that we are a 100% non-smoking hotel. However, it is possible that someone illegally smoked in your room. I would be happy to change you to a different room if you prefer.”

    Lady: “No! We are already unpacked, and it is too much hassle. But my son has lung cancer and he gets very sick if he is anywhere near smoke. You need to discount our room.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, I’m not going to discount your room for you. As I mentioned before, I would be happy to help you change rooms into something more satisfactory. We don’t want your son to get sick from the room smell.”

    Lady: *shouting* “I want a free room! You’re going to kill my son!”

    (At this point, my manager comes out and reiterates that we would be happy to move their room, but would not be discounting their stay. The lady leaves in a huff. The next day, I see her outside smoking; her son is sitting forlornly 3 feet away.)

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