Nothing To Fear But Fear Itself
(In the shop I work in we sell international postcard stamps in strips of five. We don’t have single stamps. After a couple of years working here, I have a whole explanatory spiel that I go into to pre-empt the most common questions about the stamps.)
Customer: “Excuse me, do you have a stamp for one postcard?”
Me: “I’m afraid not. We only sell international stamps in strips of—”
(The customer suddenly glares at me and interrupts my spiel.)
Customer: “’I am afraid,’ you say. You are not afraid! I am afraid…”
Me: “I’m sorry to hear that, sir…”
(He wandered off, muttering under his breath in what sounded like German.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
