(This gas station is in an upper class neighborhood, and the people who stop by often complain about the most arbitrary things. I’m filling this customer’s car when this happens.)
Customer: “Why does it smell like gas out here?”
Me: “Well, we are at a gas station.”
Customer: “I know, but it shouldn’t smell like gas!”
(A mother and her son are sampling several kinds of ice cream, trying to decide what kind of ice cream cake they want. Note that all flavors are clearly labelled with their contents.)
Customer: “Are there nuts in the pralines ‘n’ cream ice cream? My son is allergic to nuts.”
Me: “Yes, pralines are nuts. You did not tell me he has a nut allergy. How’s your son, is he okay? Should I call an ambulance? Do you need help?”
Customer: “So, about my cake…I’m still not really sure what flavors I want. How can I order my cake now? My son’s face is getting itchy.”
Me: “You should probably just go ahead and take him to the hospital. Can I call someone? Do you want to use my phone? How’s your son doing?”
Customer: “Yes, I should probably go to the hospital, but then, how will I order my cake? I want this cake. What should I do?”
Me: “Take a card and call us with a phone order later. You should get your son some help!”
Customer: “But, about my cake…”
(She finally takes him to the hospital. Luckily, it is close by!)
Introducing Weekend Roundups: each week, we’ll be featuring some of our favorite stories from the Not Always Right archives.
Tech Support Classics! This week, we share five stories that reveal the trials, tribulations, and terrors that technical support employees endure daily.
- DE TING, DE TING!!!:
Problem: Video is blue and blue on “the thing.” You know…DE TING!!!
- Accountants And Their Blue Tape:
That’s right, kids! You too can click “Next” to discover the not-so-savory nether regions of your hard drive!
- Quantity Does Not Equal Quality:
When in doubt, just keep inserting.
- Guardian Of The Tubes And Protector Of The Google:
I CAN HAZ LORD LOLCATS NAO!
- His Repair Method Doesn’t Hold Water:
For this customer, DIY stands for “Drown It Yourself.”
(Our park has a dinosaur-themed section. I am helping a family with directions in a nearby area.)
Customer: “What is there to do in [dino-area]?”
Me: “Well, there are carnival games, a playground for the kids, and there’s the dinosaur ride.”
Customer: “What’s that?”
Me: “It’s a bumpy jeep ride through the dark with dinosaurs attacking you—”
Customer: *in horror* “Real dinosaurs?”
Customer’s sister: “Think about what you just said, girl. Dinosaurs are extinct!”
(The original customer is looking at me for confirmation, still horrified.)
Me: “No, we don’t have any real dinosaurs.” *joking* “We tried to get some but it didn’t work out. The ones in the ride are robotic.”
Customer: “But do they, like, climb into the cars and attack you?”
(The sister and the rest of the family are doubled over laughing.)
Me: “No! You’re perfectly safe in the car.”
Customer: “I don’t think I want to try that ride!”
(A guy sits down at the bar and asks for a virgin bloody mary.)
Me: “One virgin mary, right away.”
(I turn around to make the drink.)
Customer: “But no fruit.”
(I turn back around to confirm the order.)
Me: “One virgin bloody mary, no fruit.”
(I turn around again to go and make the drink.)
Customer: “And not spicy.”
Me: “So, you would like a glass of tomato juice?”
Customer: “Oh, yes. A glass of tomato juice.”