The Fingers Aren’t The Only Things That Snapped
(Recently I gave the worst customer service I’ve ever given. Deliberately. I’m the Dairy Manager in a grocery store. I did work in dry grocery for around three years, and normally if a customer asks me a question about another department, I try to help them, or find someone that can. After stocking yogurt and sour cream, I’m heading into the back room with my empty cart when I hear a whistle. Not thinking anything of it, I keep walking. I hear the whistle again, followed by “HEY!” I turn around, and a customer is whistling at me like I’m a DOG and snapping his fingers at me.)
Me: “Yes?”
Customer: “What’s the price on these hams?”
Me: “I have no idea. I’m the Dairy Manager.”
(Turned on my heel, went into the back room, ran into my boss, and told him what I’d done. He laughed. Cool boss.)