Charged With A Battery Assault

| Piacenza, Italy | Working | December 17, 2014

(It is 1997. My boss decides it is time to buy a new cell phone, so we go to the small store owned by a friend of his. He ends up paying the equivalent of $1000 for two phones with new plans. Since my boss and the owner know each other, he doesn’t feel the need to put a sticker with their logo behind the battery of the phones, which they usually do as proof of being purchased there. The next day, my boss’s phone is faulty, so he gives me the phone to get sorted at the store. I go and speak to the clerk:)

Clerk: “This phone is clearly faulty, but I can’t exchange it as it wasn’t purchased here. There is no sticker behind the battery.”

Me: “I was here yesterday with my boss. Your coworker actually sold us two phones in the owner’s office. He said that the stickers were not necessary. You can ask your coworker.”

Clerk: “He’s on his day off, and you didn’t buy this phone here.”

Me: “May I speak to the owner?”

Clerk: “He’s not here, and this phone does not come from here.”

Me: “Listen, I was here yesterday with my boss. He paid for two phones and activated two new plans.”

Clerk: “You haven’t bought this phone from us. Now, please leave.”

Me: “Okay, I’ll call my boss and we’ll try to figure out what to do. Have a nice day.”

(While standing on the sidewalk in front of the store windows, I call my boss and explain the situation. Suddenly the store door slams open…)

Clerk: “Still here? Not convinced? Maybe I should call the cops to convince you to go away?”

(My boss hears what the clerk says and gets quite angry.)

Boss: “Is the owner there?”

Me: “No, he’s not—” *the owner suddenly walks in front of me* “— Oh, he’s here now!”

Boss: “Good. Wait two minutes, then go inside and… enjoy.” *click*

(A couple of minutes later I go inside. The clerk sees me, and in front of about six or seven other customers, starts shouting at me.)

Clerk: “WHAT DID I TELL YOU? DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO CALL THE COPS? I’M TIRED OF—”

(Suddenly, the boss comes out of his office and approaches the clerk.)

Boss: “COME. WITH. ME. NOW.”

(They go to the back. A few minutes later the clerk comes back with a pale face and his boss standing four feet from him, very angry.)

Clerk: “I’m sorry from the inconvenience, sir. Here’s a new phone for your boss…”

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Should Have Maintained Radio Silence

| USA | Right | November 6, 2014

(I work in a stereo shop in a not-so-savory neighborhood. We see stolen radios A LOT. It’s really obvious when one is stolen. We also log EVERY serial number sold, just in case.)

Customer: “I just bought this from my friend. I need it installed.”

Me: “Okay, what kind of car is it going into?”

Client: *gives car info: an older Nissan pickup*

Me: “Well, this is from a Toyota, so we can’t reuse the parts still on it. We’re going to need new install parts. It also looks like the main radio harness is missing, as is the faceplate.”

(Faceplates are removable as a security feature. They basically cost as much as the radio does, just to prevent theft. Harnesses are almost always left behind when stolen because they unclip and thieves think ‘how much could it be?’)

Me: “Check with your ‘friend’ if he has them. Otherwise it’s $150, plus $65 for the install and install parts.”

Customer: “$150!? Are you f***** kidding me!?”

Me: “No, sir. $40 for the harness, $110 for the faceplate. I can have them here in three-to-five days; it’s a special order.”

Customer: “Well, how much is this radio?”

Me: “They’re on sale right now for $129.99. Install is the same price; I still need the same parts.”

Customer: “That’s f****** crazy! I just paid $50 for this. You’re telling me the parts cost more than a new one!?”

Me: “Well, that would be a great deal if you bought a radio with all the parts. For half a radio, it sounds like you got scammed by your friend. The parts cost so much as a deterrence to theft.”

Customer: *just stares; I struck a chord with those words*

Me: “So would you like me to order the parts? Or would you like to just get the same one installed, brand new, with a warranty, for less?”

Customer: “I’ll take the new one.”

(The customer hands me his keys and gives all his info: name/address/phone number.)

Me: “Great, I’ll give you a call as soon as it’s done.”

(He left. I ran the serial; it was sold by us. I called the client. He confirmed his car was robbed, even faxed a police report. We called the police and informed them we recovered stolen property. Moral of the story is, we called him down, he paid for the work, walked out, sat in his car (with the stolen radio still in it) and was arrested in our parking lot. Caught a thief, and sold him a radio at full price, with install. Customer who got robbed gave me a $100 tip. Not a bad day.)

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Made The Wrong Call

| Reno, NV, USA | Working | November 3, 2014

(Dad and I go to a store to get my failing smartphone switched with his fully functioning one and to get him a new phone. Please note: my dad is 63, I’m 24, and we have similar features. I approach the tech help desk and two techs come up to help me while my dad looks at phones.)

Older Female Tech: “So, you want to switch out your phone with your… husband’s phone?”

(My jaw drops in shock and horror.)

Me: “What?! No! Not even close.”

(The other tech, who’s male and around 30, looks uncomfortable and walks to the other end of the counter.)

Older Female Tech: “So, he’s your… dad, right?”

Me: “Yes. He is my father.”

Older Female Tech: “Sorry, you guys came in together, I just thought…”

Me: *shaking my head* “No…”

(She walked away from me to go help another customer. I just sat there horrified. After we got dad’s phone set up and walked out, I told him what she said. He said he was flattered that she thought a “young thing” like me would marry a guy his age.)

You Coulomb Make It Up

| Laval, QC, Canada | Working | September 24, 2014

(I go to an electronics store to buy an adaptor for a LED strip I recently bought. An employee welcomes me as I ask to be shown where in the store they keep the various adaptors. They kindly ask me what I need, and as I am saying I need a 6 amperes adaptor, they quickly grasp a package and proudly state:)

Employee: “Here, this is what you need.”

Me: “Huh… This reads 600 mA?”

Employee: “Yes, that’s it: mA is a fraction of an Ampere, and 600 mA is 6 A. It’s like the litres; 500 ml is a litre…”

Life Through An Outrageous Lens

, | NH, USA | Right | August 22, 2014

(At six o’clock in the morning I have just arrived at my job selling cameras for an electronics/appliances store. A woman comes in, wearing either a pink track suit or her pajamas, I am not sure which.)

Customer: *waving the store flyer at me* “I want to buy this special package! The one with a camera body and two lenses for $500!”

Me: “Okay. I’ll start getting those things for you.”

(I went about, gathering the individual items from stock. When I total it all up, the bill is over $650.)

Customer: “This is too much! This ad says it is $500!”

Me: *turn to the supervisor* “This bundle isn’t adding up the way the flyer says it should. What’s up?”

(The supervisor looks at the bill on the computer, then at the flyer, and explains.)

Supervisor: “This is a special package deal the manufacturer sent us. It has two lower-quality lenses and a camera body in one box. We only got six of those packages and they sold out hours ago.”

Customer: “This says two lenses and a camera for $500! I want it for this price, not $650!”

(The supervisor calls the shift manager, who is a woman not easily swayed and not one to be trifled with. She explains the situation to the customer again. The two of them try to talk sense into the customer while I quietly withdraw and look for something else to do, hoping I don’t get drawn back into the fray. Eventually, the customer gets the message, or so I think.)

Customer: “I don’t care what you say. I want this package at this price. If you won’t sell it to me, I’m leaving and I’m not coming back, ever again!”

(Then she storms off to another part of the store. I think she is gone for good, so I put the items back on the shelves. I just finish when the woman in the pink pajamas comes back.)

Customer: “I have decided. I am going to teach this store a lesson! I am going to buy all those things, and then I will go to customer service and return them!”

Me: “Madam, please don’t involve me in your revenge.”

(With no other choice I get her order together again and this time, she lets me ring it up. She swipes her credit card while I put all the boxes in a bag. Then, true to her word, she stomps straight to customer service. After she’s gone, I ask the supervisor:)

Me: “If I have another customer like that, do I have to put up with her, or can I just tell her to get lost?”

Supervisor: “Just put up with it and ring her up. She’s not ‘hurting’ anyone but herself and her credit rating. Everyone from you to the credit card company will know she’s an idiot.”

(I had to grin at that and went through the rest of my hectic day with a smile.)

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