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How To Deal With Customers Who Refuse To Leave After Closing

, , , , , , | Right | June 12, 2023

Our store has this client who religiously comes into the store five minutes before closing. He never wants any help with anything and will spend an hour walking around the store doing absolutely nothing.

He is always just browsing, and he comes at this time because he knows no one else will be there and he wants the store to himself in peace. In the eyes of the staff, he’s a real self-absorbed person who thinks the retail world revolves around him and we are here to serve him.

After witnessing this a few times, and after clearing it with the head office, my manager waits for this guy to show up again, and as expected, five minutes before closing, in walks Mr. Entitled.

The manager walks up to greet him.

Manager: “Do you need any assistance?”

Mr. Entitled: *As per the expected response* “No, thanks. I am just looking around.”

The manager puts his hands on the guy’s shoulders and starts to rotate him 180 degrees. Mr. Entitled is naturally confused.

Mr. Entitled: “What are you doing?!”

Once he’s fully rotated, the manager says:

Manager: “Okay, you have looked around. Now you can leave!”

Naturally, Mr. Entitled was not at all impressed. He made demands and threats about calling the head office, etc., but as it was cleared by the company, no one ever heard anything more about it and he was never seen near closing time again.

A Kind Act As Warming As A Hot Bath

, , , , , | Right | CREDIT: SkwrlTail | June 10, 2023

One fine evening, I am about to do my nightly rollover, when one of my no-shows shows up. Not a problem; happens a lot. They are a happy young couple, whose arrival was delayed by nasty weather on the pass. Paperwork is shuffled, and I am making the keys…

Woman Guest: “Does the room have a bathtub? I’m really sore.”

I smile reassuringly.

Me: “Oh, not to worry. All of our rooms have bathtubs in this hotel.” *I look at the registration card in my hand.* “…Except yours. You’ve booked our ADA-accessible room with a roll-in shower.”

Seeing their faces fall, I am quick to reassure again.

Me: “No, no, no worries, I can just switch you to a different room… Oh, you prepaid online. We aren’t supposed to change room types with those.”

I give them my best ‘I am about to do something naughty’ grin.

Me:Unless something is wrong with the room, and we don’t have any other rooms of that type.”

There follows some shuffling of paperwork, a couple of deft clicks of the mouse, and new keys made.

Me: “There we go, all settled. Ahem, I am officially very sorry that we couldn’t accommodate you in your original booking of a single queen room with an ADA-compliant roll-in shower, and I have instead switched you to a Single King Deluxe, with a tub, at no additional charge to you. Very sorry about the ‘plumbing issue’.”

They have delighted smiles as I hand them the keys.

Woman Guest: “Plumbing issue?”

Me: “Well, the missing tub, of course! Sleep well!”

I thought the young lady was going to pass out laughing.

A Fraud-ian Slip

, , , , , , , , , , | Right | CREDIT: omegaweapon | June 9, 2023

A couple of years ago, I had a customer who emailed me back and forth for months. He was pretty cool but picky beyond belief and couldn’t decide on what he wanted.

Finally, he ordered this ultra-deluxe, four-player arcade machine wrapped in “Star Wars” graphics. He spared no expense, spending $3,000 plus $220 shipping.

The machine arrived in Melbourne five days later, and he called me up losing his s***.

Customer: “It’s been damaged by the freight company!”

Me: “I send everything fully insured, so I can assure you that it will be okay. You’re covered. Please send me the pictures of the damage.”

It was only very slight, nothing cosmetic, but the console was a little dislodged as they must have stacked something heavy on it.

Me: “This can be easily fixed. I’ll contract a cabinet maker to come out to you and repair it at my expense, and then I’ll go through insurance later.”

Customer: “No, I don’t want that.”

Me: “Okay, I’ll arrange for collection and have it brought back to me, and I’ll issue you a full refund including freight.”

Customer: “No, I don’t want that, either.”

Me: “Okay, what will make you happy, then? It’s something easy to fix. Perhaps I can pay you what I’d pay the contractor (about $250) and you can fix it?”

Customer: “No. I want a full refund and I want to keep the machine.”

Me: “That’s not happening. Insurance won’t allow it as the damage is tiny. It’s like car insurance; they won’t write off a whole car for minor damage that can be fixed.”

Customer: “I don’t care. I want a refund.”

Me: “They won’t do it, and I certainly won’t pay out of pocket. Either I’ll arrange collection of the unit at my expense and issue a refund to you or we’ll have it repaired.”

Customer: “Nope. I paid via PayPal and I’m putting through a dispute because the item ‘didn’t arrive as described’.”

Me: “PayPal’s rules also state that in order to get a refund, you’ll need to show proof that you sent the item back or arranged with the sender to have it collected.”

Customer: “Nope. I’m keeping it and getting a refund.”

Me: “So, you’re committing fraud and theft. Also, PayPal will freeze the $3,220 in my account, and I’m not at fault here.”

The next thing I know, I have a notification from PayPal. The funds are frozen pending the dispute.

The next step is stating your case to them and providing evidence where they relay the information back and forth between the buyer and seller. PayPal almost always sides with the buyer. If it can’t be resolved between buyer and seller, then you can opt to have PayPal decide, but their decision is absolute.

I provide my transcripts advising the customer that I’ll collect the item and refund him, and he provides them with a fake pick-up receipt. As far as they know, he’s done his part and now he’s eligible. So, they rule in his favour.

This guy now has his money back and my $3,000 machine. I am fuming, and he won’t answer my calls or emails. I’m a big guy and I had a rough upbringing in a tough neighbourhood, so I am about to jump into my truck, drive the 900 km south, knock on his door, and watch him s*** himself as I repossess my machine. My wife, the voice of reason, calms me down and says to try legal avenues first.

Coincidentally, the guy emails me three days later.

Customer: “The computer in the machine stopped working.”

Me: “Which planet do you live on where you steal an item and then complain that it doesn’t work?”

Customer: “LOL! I have an IT guy.”

A few days after that, I get a call from a guy saying that his friend bought an item and the hard drive is dead.

It’s his IT guy!

I don’t think he knows the whole story. I ask him to find the serial number, which is just the date it was built and the iteration — for example, 2312201901. He reads the number out.

Me: “Oh, it’s in warranty. Send it back and I’ll send a fresh new one.”

Amazingly, they send it back!

Now note that he said the HDD was dead; that’s a good thing. If it had been the computer, he could just use anything else and use the HDD as a backup. But since it is dead, and now I have his computer, too, he has to buy a new system which will set him back at least $450, but he still can’t play games in it. You can download the apps, but there’s a tonne of configuration work and button mapping, etc.

The IT guy calls me a few days later asking for the computer, and I tell him the story and that, nope, he can go f*** himself.

IT Guy: “Whatever. How hard it could possibly be to just download that s***?”

See, what he doesn’t know is that I have a little fail-safe built in. The encoder I use isn’t mapped to the default keys on the apps. I changed everything around on the hardware to stop people from trying to just clone it. It’s not hard to get around, but most people aren’t familiar with the nuances of emulators.

Inevitably, I get another call a few days later from a different guy saying that he has built his own machine but can’t get it working. The symptoms are exactly that of trying to get my controls working on a different system. It’s definitely the IT guy fishing. I play dumb.

Me: “I don’t know, sorry.”

Now this guy has an empty, useless cabinet, so he leaves me a one-star review on Google.

It’s since been removed, but it read something like, “Poor-quality build, flimsy, system doesn’t work. Do not buy from these people!”

I am about to jump into my truck again and drive down but again, my wife is like a bucket of ice water to my fire. I write a long letter to PayPal, attaching all of my evidence of his fraud. Then, I respond to the one-star review with attachments to the emails and his admission to committing the fraud. I also display his name and email address to smoke him out.

He immediately calls back.

Customer: “Look, no hard feelings, okay? But I received a damaged item and I’m entitled to compensation. Remove my details from that review!”

He has been getting spammed relentlessly, but he seriously believes he did nothing wrong.

Me: “Nope. Enjoy your useless machine.”

I forget about it after a few weeks. PayPal doesn’t respond, so I cut my losses and move on.

But then, something beautiful happens.

I am on eBay looking for old non-working machines I can buy and refurbish. (There’s good money to be made doing that; a one-day refurbish could pull in over $1,000 profit!)

The guy has listed my machine!

But contrary to his Google review, the description is “Marvelous hand-built arcade cabinet, built by a master carpenter, flawless finish and quality, missing computer. Good for a DIY project.”

I’m not a carpenter, by the way.

He has it listed for $1,100. That was still $1,100 pure profit to him since he got it free.

I buy it under my wife’s account and have it delivered to my home address. When I sent it, it was wrapped in about a four-inch-thick layer of bubble wrap. When it comes back to me, it has a flimsy single layer less than five millimetres thick. The courier who drops it off is the same guy who picked it up from me, we are good friends, and he knows the story. I tell him I’m going to damage it, making it look serious, but nothing I can’t fix in a few minutes. He agrees and said that he’ll log the damage as “due to insufficient packaging”. Insurance won’t cover it.

I knock the panels out from inside, so it looks like the machine has been crushed. Realistically, I only have to reset the screws and it’ll be good as new, but it looks mangled.

Then, I send the guy the pics and complain about the damage.

Customer: “It’s insured.”

Me: “The courier said it was insufficiently packaged and that it’s not covered. I want a refund. Take this back.”

I know he won’t take it back; it is totally useless to him.

Customer: “I don’t want it; I’ll refund the freight.”

Me: “Nope. I can’t do anything with a damaged machine. If you don’t do anything, I’m filing a PayPal dispute under ‘item not as described’.”

He isn’t happy, plays the victim, and plays on my sympathy, still not realizing who I am.

Eventually, after offering me partial refunds and getting rejected, he relents and tells me to keep it and he’ll refund me in full. He must’ve realized that his greed isn’t worth it, and it still costs him nothing.

So, now I have my machine back, and I am happy this is over with. I’m still annoyed at this guy’s audacity, but meh.

That’s not the end, though. It gets better.

Someone at PayPal business has finally read my complaint. Since I do a lot of work through PayPal under a business account, there’s kind of a concierge service — kind of like a priority service. They actually go through my complaint, verify that his pick-up docket is actually a year old and unrelated, and read the transcripts of him intending to keep the machine and get a refund.

They refund my money in full. Now, I have my machine back AND $3,000 of this guy’s money, and he can’t do anything because he got caught for fraud.

He calls me up, losing it.

Me: *Laughing* “Sorry, mate. It’s Karma. It’s purely up to my goodwill to refund you; go suck a doorknob.”

He pleaded and begged, swore a lot, and pleaded more, and I said I’d think about it. Legally, he had no leg to stand on, but I have scruples.

I donated it all to charity on his behalf. I sent him the receipt, and he lost his s*** some more, but now there were kids with food and clothes because of his d****ebag-ness.


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You Scheme Together, You Go Down Together

, , , , , , , , | Learning | June 8, 2023

I spent a couple of semesters helping my Spanish professor for my college’s work-study program. Among other tasks, I was allowed to grade assignments as long as there were no judgment calls involved. That included essays since this was a low-level class and the essays were only graded on spelling and grammar, not content or style. I was going through a stack of essays when I noticed something odd.

Me: “Hey, [Professor], check out these two essays. Not only are they word-for-word identical, including all the same mistakes—” *and there were a LOT of mistakes* “—but they’re in the same handwriting and the same pink glitter pen. And they must have turned them in at the same time because they’re right next to each other in the stack.”

Professor: “Wow. What were they thinking?”

Me: “I know! So, anyway, should I bother with grading them or do you want to just give them zeroes?”

The school policy at the time was that teachers COULD give a score of zero for any assignment that a student cheated on, not that they had to.

Professor: “We’ll be nice this time. Go ahead and grade one. Then, since that’s how many points they earned between them, divide the grade by two and give them each that.”

I think each student ended up with a grade somewhere in the twenties. It WAS better than getting zeroes… slightly.

The Continuing Saga Of Jane Complain

, , , , , | Right | June 7, 2023

We have this one customer who comes through our drive-thru several times a week, who ALWAYS claims that we got her order wrong. We think she actually goes out of her way to f*** with us, and no matter how many times we double- or triple-check her order — we know her now — she always gets the “wrong thing” and claims the mistake is ours. It doesn’t matter what’s on her receipt; she will always claim we screwed up and refuse to move until our manager gives up and gives her more food so as not to hold up the drive-thru. (She times her visits during our busiest rushes.)

Our drive-thru has a sign saying all transactions are recorded for training and security purposes. This is true, although rarely is it used for what I decide is necessary.

I set up a computer station near the drive-thru with fast access to the camera footage, both video and audio. When our problem customer’s car comes up, I start recording the feed to a separate file on a solid-state drive that can be accessed immediately.

Customer: “I’ll have the fourteen-piece chicken nugget meal and a medium diet Coke.”

Coworker: “That’s a fourteen-piece chicken nugget meal and a medium diet Coke. Anything else, ma’am?”

Customer: “No.”

Coworker: “So, just to confirm, that’s a fourteen-piece chicken nugget meal and a medium diet Coke?”

Customer: “Jesus, yes!”

Coworker: “Okay, so a fourteen-piece chicken nugget meal and a medium diet Coke. That’s [price]. Please collect your food at the next window.”

She pulls up and I bring the food out to her. She opens the bag to inspect the contents.

Customer: “Unbelievable! This is not what I ordered! I ordered a—”

As I am hyper-prepared, I have turned the screen of my new workstation around so that she can see an HD video with crystal-clear sound immediately play back her transaction from mere moments ago.

Customer: *On playback* “—fourteen-piece chicken nugget meal and a medium diet Coke.”

Me: “That is what you ordered, correct, ma’am?”

Customer: “Well, no, I—”

I play back the video again, this time louder.

Me: “You ordered a fourteen-piece chicken nugget meal and a medium diet Coke. You confirmed three times that you ordered a fourteen-piece chicken nugget meal and a medium diet Coke. You have received, in fact, a fourteen-piece chicken nugget meal and a medium diet Coke. Thanks for eating at [Fast Food Place]!”

She stared at me with the sourest expression, but I simply stared back with my slightly psycho customer service smile, blinking precisely never.

She never came back. We feel sorry for whatever poor drive-thru inherited her, but I can’t lie: it felt glorious.

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