Spelling Disasters! This week, we share five stories of customers with spelling so bad, they need it spelled out for them!
- Their Spelling Is Wrong, But They Are Sticking To It:
E is for Elmer’s Eskimos—you know, the ones that live in Eglues!
- It’s Spelled I-d-i-o-t:
Welcome to Indiamimbindokiamn, Indiana. Population: Stupid!
- I Have Lost A Dream:
A lost customer does battle with an abbreviation—and loses.
Congra-du-lations, your cake’s spelling is a lie!
- Spelling Gone Rogue:
Somehow, “going rouge” doesn’t have the same ring to it.
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(I’ve just started on the floor for customer service for a cable company. A customer calls in saying his TV is “muddy”.)
Me: “Sorry, sir, I’m not understanding what is wrong with your TV. Is it pixelated, blue, or fuzzy?”
Customer: “No, it’s muddy.”
(After a few minutes of trying to figure out exactly what he meant by muddy.)
Me: “Sir…do you have mud on your TV?”
Customer: “D*** it! I said it’s muddy. M-U-T-E…MUDDY!”
Me: “Sir, do you see a muddy button on your remote?
Customer: “Yes. ”
Me: “Press the button.”
Customer: “That fixed it. Thank you so much!”
(It’s promotion changeover day, so I’m making my way around the store removing all of the old price tickets that need to be changed and replacing them with new ones. Some of them have lower prices on.)
Customer: “How dare you?!”
Customer: “How dare you lower these prices? You’re taking money away from this business! Get me your manager, please!”
(I work in the kids’ section of a bookstore that also sells toys and games. I notice that a child has caused the entire display to collapse. I find the mother after making sure the child didn’t hurt himself.)
Me: “Hi, are you the mother?”
Me: “We ask that you look after your children while in [store name]. You need to be with the child and not in another section of the store if they cannot be trusted alone.”
Customer: “But I don’t want to.”
Me: “…excuse me?”
Customer: “I don’t want to look after my child.”
Me: *confused* “Well I’m sorry, ma’am, but it’s not my job to raise your child for you.”
Customer: “But I want you to!”
(I am working as a frozen food clerk in a supermarket. I have long hair. As I am stocking, I feel a tug on my pony tail.)
Me: *turning around* “Um, can I help you with something?”
Customer: “No, it’s okay. I just wanted to tug your hair!”
Me: “Uh, okay. Thanks?”
Please Do Not Lather Up The Employees
Please Do Not Creep Out The Employees
Please Do Not Titillate The Employees
Please Do Not Pet The Employees