A Measure Of Intelligence
(A customer has been wandering around our antique store for one-to-two hours. Finally, they come up to the front.)
Customer: “I wish you had tiled floors.”
Coworker: *confused* “Excuse me?”
Customer: “I wish you had tiled floors.”
Me: “Why’s that?”
Customer: “So I would be able to tell how big your furniture is.”
Coworker: “Well, we have a tape measure you can use. Would you like to borrow it?”
Customer: “Well, I guess that would work…”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
