Category: Musical Mayhem

Music Stores, Concerts, Orchestra’s, none are safe from the stupidity of our very wrong customers, examples such as those searching for live recordings of Beethoven himself, to others who believe listening to Taylor Swift means you’re musically talented.

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And When The Night Falls, Customer Calls

| ID, USA | Bizarre, Musical Mayhem

(Companies call me when they need a truck to come pick something up.)

Me: “Thank you for calling [Trucking Company]. Pick up team. This is [My Name].”

Customer: “Yes, I would like to schedule a pick up.”

Me: “Okay. Can I have the phone number for the pick up location?”

(The customer provides this, which brings up the account and info for location. I continue talking with customer and in-putting info, until we begin reaching the end of the call, so I begin to close the conversation.)

Me: “Is there anything else I can do for you today?”

(In the background you can clearly hear a male voice singing ‘I want to dance with somebody’ very loudly.)

Customer: “Nope, I think that will be it; thanks for your help.”

Me: *trying not to laugh* “Okay. Thank you for your business; please remain on the line for a one-question survey and have a great day!”

Customer: *sounds like he also wants to laugh* “Thank you; you, too. Goodbye!”

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For The First Time In Forever, There Is A Good Frozen Joke

| NH, USA | Musical Mayhem, Popular

(It is the end of a Sunday shift at the bookstore, and a younger couple come up with their daughter. I tend to look very serious and deadpan, especially as I dress very formally for being just out of my teens, with a tie and waistcoat being very common. The customer places a book of ‘Frozen’ piano music that had been heavily discounted on the counter.)

Customer: “[Daughter] is going to love this. She’s needed more music.”

Customer’s Husband: “Yeah, but not looking forward to hearing Let it Go over and over.”

Customer: “I wonder why it’s so cheap, though.”

Me: *as I hand them the receipt* “Bribes from noise-canceling headphone companies.”

(They both looked surprised for a second, then started laughing as they walked out, telling me to have a good day.)

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A Song With The Perfect Ending

| USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Musical Mayhem, Popular

(I am a high energy, cheerful person who works in a cafe inside a large building. Part of my cheer is musical; I sing and hum, often without even noticing that I am. You can hear me in the cafe where I work and a little in the dining room but I definitely am not belting it out. A customer comes in, already in a foul mood, and after listening to me sing for about thirty seconds, goes off.)

Customer: “You’re so loud; stop it! I’m having a horrible day and you are disturbing me! I don’t want to hear it! STOP! STOP! STOP!”

(I stop singing. About a minute later I absently start humming softly to myself as I brew coffee and she goes off again.)

Customer: “I TOLD YOU TO STOP. SHUT UP!”

Me: “Ma’am, you said stop singing because I was too loud. I stopped singing. I was just humming, very quietly.”

(The customer turns to a random other old woman and starts ranting.)

Customer: “She’s so annoying; she always does stuff like this! I can’t stand her! Isn’t she terrible?!”

(The other customer just looks uncomfortable and keeps doctoring her coffee silently. I bite my tongue and say with as much sincerity as I can muster:)

Me: “Ma’am, I am sorry you are having a bad day. I hope it gets better.”

Customer: “My day will get better when I leave!”

(She sneers at me and I just smile calmly back.)

Me: “Mine will, too.”

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London, Paris, Berlin, All Have Seoul

| MI, USA | Bigotry, Musical Mayhem, Popular

(I recently began working customer service at a large music store. A lot of our clientele are affluent, Asian men and women whose children take lessons at the store. Mind you, I am half-Asian but I have lighter hair and eyes. On slow days, sometimes I play my ukulele to pass the time, and this day is no exception. A customer and her son, who looks to be about my age, enters.)

Me: “Hi! Welcome to [Store]. Anything I can help you find today?”

(The customer looks at me briefly and appears annoyed but says nothing. After a few minutes I pick up my ukulele and continue playing. Eventually the woman slams several pieces of piano repertoire on the counter.)

Me: “Is this all?”

Customer: “Yes.”

Me: “This is rather difficult music. Is it for you or your son?”

Customer: “No questions. I don’t like you.”

Me: “Uh, excuse me?”

Customer: “See? So offended, just like every other white girl. No shame. They shouldn’t hire white people here; this is not a white people store.”

Me: “Ma’am, everyone is free to come into our store, regardless of what they look like.”

Customer: “Stupid white girl. I want an Asian worker.”

Me: “Actually, I’m half Korean.”

Customer: “Shut up. You white people never know when to shut up. Always wasting time. Like with this.”

(She picks my ukulele up from where I had set it on the counter and holds it in front of my face. I try to pull it from her but she holds on.)

Me: “If you don’t put that down right now, I will call security. You are being racist and now you are handling my personal property without my permission.”

Customer: “Don’t talk to me. I want an Asian worker.”

Me: “Ma’am, I actually AM Asian, though—”

Customer: “I want an Asian worker! You’re too white! You are bad!”

Me: “I’m sorry, but—”

Customer: “UGH! INCOMPETENT WHITE PEOPLE! COME ON, [Son], WE’RE LEAVING! I WILL CALL YOUR MANAGER!”

(Later on I’m relaying the events to the manager, who is laughing his a** off.)

Manager: “So where in Europe is Korea located, again?”

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Not The Brightest Firework In The Pack

| Marysville, WA, USA | Musical Mayhem

(I work at a well known retail store with a certain price match guarantee. This happens just before lunch so I’m already flustered and thinking about finally eating something. A call comes in and like normal I answer.)

Me: “Thanks for calling your [Location] [Store]; how can I direct your call?”

Caller: “I’m standing in your CD aisle in electronics hoping for some help finding a CD.”

Me: “All right, I can either transfer you to the electronics phone or page someone to your location.”

Caller: “Paging someone to me would be great, thanks.”

Me: “All right, do you want to stay on the line with me in case they don’t show up right away?”

(The caller says yes and I put her on hold while I page help for her. I check in every couple of minutes asking if help had arrived to her and each time she says no so I page again. I follow this pattern three more times before getting fed up and asking over the walkie for a manager or pretty much anyone to help this woman who is surprisingly nice despite being on the phone with me so long. Management says they’ve been in the CD aisle for the past 5 minutes and haven’t seen anyone. I get back on the phone with the customer.)

Me: “Ma’am, management has informed me they are in the CD aisle and don’t see you there.”

Caller: *has a bit of a dreamy/ditzy voice at this point* “Oh, well, I’m actually at home but was hoping you could find a Katy Perry CD. I don’t know the name but it’s got the Fireworks song on it.”

Me: *face on desk and irritated but still trying to stay professional* “Okay, ma’am, let me put you back on hold and I’ll get someone to look.”

(Management was just as annoyed and we eventually found a CD with the Fireworks song, but I’m still not sure it’s the one she wanted. And ironically 10 minutes later the radio started playing Firework by Katy Perry.)

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