Not Buying Into Your American Dream
(I used to work in a call center for an international, but UK-based retail company. The company ships worldwide; however we only have stores in Europe, UAE, and South Africa. A call comes through. A man with an American accent speaks. I do the usual, scripted greeting.)
Caller: “I’m very upset with the service I received in your New York store.”
(We don’t have a New York store.)
Me: “Oh, I am very sorry to hear that; however, we don’t hav—”
Caller: *interrupting* “I was just in there with my wife…”
(He continues on the phone for five minutes detailing every horrible thing that apparently happened to him in a store we don’t have. He was even so bold as to make up names and descriptions of staff members. He keeps mentioning that a suitable apology would be a “10% off discount and free delivery for life.” He finishes the cacophony of the apparent racial, verbal, and mental anguish he suffered by saying he’s with a staff member who can back up his claim.)
Me: *trying to stop the nonsense* “I do understand your frustration here; however, we do not have a Ne—”
(I am interrupted again as the man puts a woman on the phone, claiming she works for the store and witnessed the abuse. The woman also states she has been in contact with the head office in New York (our head office is in London) and they agreed on the discount and it was just up to customer services to sort it out for him.)
Me: “I—”
(The man returns to the phone, saying he spends a lot of money in the store and is a loyal customer. He continues, again, for a further five minutes. The call has lasted fifteen minutes and I should have ended my shift five minutes into the call. Frustrated, I interrupt the man.)
Me: “We are dreadfully sorry to hear about the service you received in our store. In order for us to sort this discount out for you, I just need you to answer one question.”
Caller: “Oh, that’s good! What do you need to know? My name is—”
Me: *interrupting* “You are aware we do not have any stores in North America?”
Caller: *click*
(If it hadn’t have been keeping me in the call centre, I would have let the call continue just to see how big of a hole this guy could dig himself into.)