Refunder Blunder, Part 29
(I work in a chain “fashion accessory” store in a local mall. I’m the only one on register because my coworkers are assisting other customers on the sales floor. As I’m counting out a customer’s change and passing her over her bag of purchases, the phone rings. Of course, I answer it.)
Me: “Thank you for calling [Store] in [Mall]. This is [My Name]. How can I help you?”
Customer: “Yes, ma’am, I mailed you a scarf for an exchange and I was wondering if you had received it.”
(At this point I am completely dumbfounded. It is clearly outlined in our policy that we do not take returns or exchanges unless the person and the items are present. I continue trying to help her, thinking she meant to call the distribution center to return an item ordered online.)
Me: “Ma’am, I’m sorry. The store does not accept returns or exchanges by mail. I think you meant to call our distribution center.”
Customer: “No, I mean to call you. I want to exchange my scarf. I put it in the mail with a note to call me when you have received it. I haven’t received a phone call. Have you received it?”
Me: “Ma’am, we don’t take returns by mail. I’m not sure what to tell you. ”
Customer: “I want to exchange my scarf. I put it in the mail.”
Me: “Ma’am, we don’t—”
Customer: *cuts me off* “You receive mail at your store, yes?”
Me: “Of course, ma’am.”
Customer: “Then have you received my scarf?”
Me: “Hold on for a moment and I’ll find out for you.”
(I put her on hold and call my manager on our walkie-talkie. He comes up to the register and I try to explain. My manager, who has little patience for this kind of thing, answers the phone during my hasty explanation. I continue helping customers and don’t hear the rest of the conversation, except snippets of him saying the same things I just told the customer on the phone. After about ten minutes of continuing to explain that we don’t accept returns by mail, he hangs up, and walks to the back office. To all of us, he says over the walkie:)
Manager: “If I find that woman’s scarf in the mail I’m gonna burn it. Urgh.”