Don’t Know Thy Enemy
(Note: I never forget a face, ever. A man walks into my bank, straight to my desk. He has a look on his face as if he knows exactly who I am. However, I have never seen him before in my life.)
Man: *smiles and sits down at my desk* “Your mother is a dirty w****.”
Me: “E-e-excuse me?!”
Man: “You heard me. A dirty, nasty w****.”
Me: “Sir, first of all, I am certain you don’t know my mother, since she’s dead. Second, you need to leave right now for speaking like that.”
Man: “Wait, is this [Competitor]?”
Me: “No, no it’s not. Please leave.”
Man: *quickly leaves*
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
