Trash Talking Your Service

| Sacramento, CA, USA | Crazy Requests

(I work for a trash service. The customer I’m speaking with had an account several years ago that was cancelled due to non-payment. It still has a balance.)

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. We cannot reactivate your account unless there is a zero balance.”

Customer: “Well I only put out my trash once a month! I will only pay for once a month pickup! I will not pay that amount!”

Me: “But once a month pickup is not a service we offer in any area.”

Customer: “I don’t care! I only put out my trash once a month! You are just trying to get more money out of me!”

Me: “Okay, so let me get this straight: you want to pay for a service that doesn’t exist, only because you say it does?”

Customer: “Yes!”

Discounted Hell To Pay

| SLC, Utah, USA | Money, Musical Mayhem, Religion, Top

(I work for a company that sells musical equipment. I am taking a call from an older gentleman who tells me that he is a priest. He has been very nice for the duration of the call, and we are almost finished placing his order.)

Priest: “Now, could you give me 15% off on this? You would be doing the Lord’s work if you could get me 15% off my order!”

Me: “Well, I don’t think I have a 15% off coupon, right now. I’ll check and see.”

(I put him on hold, and check my available coupons. There is only a 10% coupon. I return to the customer with this.)

Me: “So, I couldn’t get you 15% off. I do have a 10% coupon, though!”

Priest: “Child, do you what to go to Hell?!”

(I am taken aback.)

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Priest: “Hell, Child. If you don’t give me 15% off my order, your soul will rot in Hell for all eternity!”

Me: “I’m a red-head, sir; I don’t have to worry about that. Now, is there anything else I can add to your order today?”

Placebo Me, Part 7

| Victoria, BC, Canada | Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Health & Body

(A mother and her six-year-old child approach the concession at around 7:00 PM.)

Child: “I want a coke!”

Mother: “No, sweetie, you can’t have caffeine. Would you like some root beer instead?”

Child: “Okay!”

Me: “Oh, actually, this brand of root beer does have caffeine.”

Mother: “Shush! Work with me here.”

Me: “Um… okay?”

(I proceed to make the drink. The child wanders a short distance away, looking at a poster.)

Me: “So, why do you not want him to know it has caffeine?”

Mother: “Well, it’s all psychological, like a placebo. I don’t want him up all night!”

Related:
Placebo Me, Part 6
Placebo Me, Part 5
Placebo Me, Part 4
Placebo Me, Part 3
Placebo Me, Part 2
Placebo Me