Category: Wild & Unruly

Screening The Customers

| Portsmouth, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Movies & TV, Wild & Unruly

Me: “That’s two adults for [Movie] at 15:50; you’ll be in screen 12.”

Customer: “No, that’s wrong.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want a later showing?”

Customer: “No, screen 12. You don’t have a screen 12.”

Me: “Um, yes, we do. We have 14 screens.”

Customer: “No, you’re lying to me and sending me to the wrong screen. You don’t have a screen 12. You only have 3 screens.”

Me: “No, we have 14.”

Customer: “Then why does that say screens 1-3 on it?”

(The customer points to a large sign on the opposite side of the foyer that indicates where screens 1-3 are.)

Customer: “Huh, huh, so, fix this now, and do your f****** job correctly.”

Me: “Screen 12 is on the other side of the foyer.”

(We are at the ice cream counter which obscures the view of the sign indicating screens 4-14.)

Customer: *leans over the small counter and right into my face* “There is no f****** screen 12. Fix it, you stupid b****!

Me: *I step back, walk around the counter and step into the foyer, taking a few steps out until the sign is visible* “Sir, if you could just step over here?”

Customer: *looks confused, but stamps over* “What?”

(I point at the sign for the screens and remain silent.)

Customer: “But… But…”

Me: “That is the direction for screen 12, but since you were verbally abusive and threatening towards a member of staff I’m refusing you service and asking you to please leave the premises before I call security. The front doors are that way.”

(He started screaming and swearing enough that in the end we had to call security to remove him, and he didn’t get a refund on the tickets he’d already paid for.)

Low On The Milk Of Human Kindness, Part 2

| IL, USA | Bad Behavior, Wild & Unruly

(I work in my family’s grocery store, which has been in my family since 1956. We’ve had the same hours at least since my parents purchased it in 1993. We close at 7 pm every Monday through Friday night. It is currently 7:05. The doors are locked, and I am cleaning the deli slicer, which is clearly visible from the front doors. An elderly man walks up to the door, looks at the “Closed” sign hanging on the door, and begins incessantly banging on the door. I look at my coworker who is counting money at the counter and agree to answer the door.)

Me: “Sorry, sir, but we’re closed.”

Customer: “All I need is a d*** gallon of milk.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but we’ve already shut down the registers.”

(The customer proceeds to push me back with the door, which opens inward, walks across the front of the store to the milk cooler, and grabs a gallon of milk.)

Coworker: “I can only ring this up if you have cash.”

(Customer throws five dollars down on the counter and stomps out the door, cussing my coworker and I out the entire time.)

Me: “Well, he was nice.”

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Doesn’t Score The Hotel Goal

| San Antonio, TX, USA | Hotels & Lodging, Wild & Unruly

(I work at a reservation center for a big chain hotel company. It’s nationwide and all of our calls are from all over. When you call, we ask for the hotel, dates, and any type of rate that you may qualify for or be calling about. Whatever hotel that a group is booked at is the ONLY one that will have that group rate. One day a guest calls and doesn’t really know exactly what he’s looking for.)

Me: “Thank you for calling [Company]. This is [My Name]. How can I help you today?”

Guest: “Uh, yeah, uh, I need to reserve a room for my son’s soccer tournament.”

Me: “Okay, what hotel are you looking for, sir?”

Guest: “It’s the Union Square.” *we have three different hotels called Union Square*

Me: “Okay, and which one?”

Guest: “THE UNION SQUARE!”

Me: “Sir, we have more than one Union Square so I’ll need to know which one. We have three, actually.”

Guest: “Oh, there’s more than one? Uh… the… uh… [Hotel Brand].”

Me: “Okay, and what are the dates?”

(He gives me the dates and I begin to read the rates to him.)

Guest: “NO! NO! NO! That’s not right; we have a discount.”

Me: “Oh, okay. Do you guys have a room block set aside?”

Guest: “Uh I don’t know, but they said to say were with [Group] and we get a better rate.”

Me: “Did they send an email with the information or anything? They usually send out something letting you know.”

Guest: “Oh, yeah; should I read that and see if it’s on there?”

Me: “Yes. If it gives you more information, then, yes, read the email so we can book it.”

Guest: “Uh, okay.” *reads off some info that he finds*

Me: *putting two and two together I figure out it’s a group* “Okay, I found it right here.”

(I give him the rates and he accepts. In order to even send a reservation, we need information like name, billing zip, card number to hold, and email to send you the confirmation number of your reservation. I get almost through when his attitude returns.)

Me: “Okay, I need your billing zip code, please?”

Guest: “FOR WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU THAT FOR?!”

Me: “Sir, we need the zip code to match the card we use to hold the room.”

(He complies.)

Me: “Okay, and the email address to send your confirmation number to once we’re done here?”

Guest: “OH, YOU’RE GONNA SEND ME A BUNCH OF S*** AND OFFERS, AREN’T YOU?! I DON’T WANT THAT! CAN YOU NOT SEND THAT?!”

Me: *severely annoyed at this point* “SIR, it’s an automated system and all I can send is the confirmation number. I don’t send anything else. The email is just to sent the confirmation to you.”

Guest: “OH, WELL, HOW ABOUT I DON’T STAY WITH YOU SINCE YOUR ATTITUDE SUCKS, HUH? HOW ABOUT THAT?!”

Me: “That’s fine sir, I’ll get you over to customer care to make a complaint, then—”

Guest: “NO! NO! I’M NOT GONNA STAY WITH YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR S***TY ATTITUDE, SO HOW ABOUT I TAKE MY BUSINESS ELSEWHERE?!”

Me: *laughs* “Okay, good luck finding your group at another hotel, then!” *hangs up*

(Needless to say he didn’t get his reservation, so I guess he got to explain to little Timmy that he wouldn’t go to his tournament because Daddy was an a**-hole.)

PDF = Pretty Dumb Fail

, | Sacramento, CA, USA | Crazy Requests, Technology, Wild & Unruly

(My copy center normally just prints things for customers, but we also offer a word processing service for those without the equipment or ability to type many pages of text. One of my regulars, an elderly gentleman who barely knows how to access email from his PC, has asked me to type up several pages of text for a legal document. For this particular project, he asked that we create an editable PDF form so that he can reuse it for multiple different projects. His work is completed, emailed to him with instructions on how to save the file and use it, and he goes home. About an hour later, the phone rings.)

Customer: “Hello, [My Name]? This is [Customer] and the files you sent to me don’t work!”

Me: “Err, that’s strange, sir. We tested them while you were still here and they worked fine. What is it that’s happening, or not happening?”

Customer: “I don’t know! It just doesn’t work!”

Me: “Err… Is it that the blue boxes aren’t showing up for you to type in?”

Customer: “I don’t care about that; my tech guy says you can’t edit PDFs!”

Me: *sighs* “Sir, I assure you that the document allows you to type in custom information in the blue boxes. Do you see blue boxes?”

Customer: “I don’t care about blue boxes! I want you to fix this!”

Me: “Well, since I can’t see what’s going on with your document, and you are unable to tell me, I’m not sure what you want me to fix, sir. If your ‘tech guy’ is still there, maybe he can help you?”

Customer: “No, YOU made this document, so YOU need to fix the problem!”

Me: “Sir, it’s sounding to me like the problem is with your computer, or perhaps the version of Acrobat you’re using. Maybe if you could have your tech guy update Acrobat…”

Customer: “This is [Popular Email Client]!”

(From this, I surmise that he’s previewing the document from his email and hadn’t actually saved it to his PC. If that’s the case, it explains why the document isn’t editable. I try to explain this to the customer, and tell him we’re going to walk through the steps to save it to his desktop so that he can edit it. I go slowly, making sure to wait for him to confirm what I asked him to do before going on to the next step. Finally….)

Me: “All right, good. Once you save it, we can open it and see if th—”

Customer: *interrupts* “I TOLD YOU TO TELL ME HOW TO FIX THIS PROBLEM!”

Me: “Sir, this WILL fix the problem. Did you do ANY of the steps I just told you?”

Customer: “NO! I didn’t! I said you need to tell me how to fix the problem! I don’t want to hear any of that s***!”

Me: *sighs* “Well, then, sir, looks like you’re going to have to call your ‘tech guy’ over and have him figure it out for you. There’s nothing else I can do for you, since you don’t want to follow my instructions to fix the problem. Have a nice day.”

(The customer grumbled some threats about “If I have to come back down there…!” but hung up. Since I never heard back from him on that subject, I’m assuming his ‘tech guy’ got him all squared away!)

Unable To PIN Down The Problem

| Kingston, ON, Canada | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Wild & Unruly

(I work in a call center which serves as technical support for a very large cellphone company. In order for agents to verify a customer’s account under their cellphone number, they would need to provide us with the last four digits of their SIN (or ‘PIN’ as we called it), which we are already able to see on their account. If they choose not to verify their account, they only get limited access to it (like making a payment, or asking technical support questions.)

Me: “[Standard agent greeting]. May I have your four digit PIN, please?”

Customer: “How do I find out my PIN?”

Me: “It is the last four digits of your social insurance number.”

Customer: “Well, I don’t feel comfortable giving you that information!”

Me: “If you choose not to verify, I do have to warn you that you that there will be limited access to your account. As well, I can currently see your PIN; all I need is for you to verify it for me.”

Customer: “DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME? I do NOT feel comfortable giving you that kind of information.”

Me: “Okay, ma’am, what can I help you with today?”

Customer: “I want to know what the last four numbers this phone has called.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but because you chose to not verify this account, I can not give you that information. I can help you out with technical questions or make payments.”

Customer: *very irate now* “WHAT?! I NEED to know what numbers this phone has called!”

Me: “If you would like to verify…”

Customer: “I ain’t verifying nothing, you stupid b****!” *slams phone down*

(I was assuming she meant to actually hang up but in her anger the phone didn’t actually disconnect and I had to listen to her throw things around and curse for three minutes before I was able to give a goodbye script and disconnect.)

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