Quebecois-wha?

, , , , | Right | February 18, 2020

(I am a manager for a large, well-known Canadian furniture and appliance retailer that stocks many items in-store. Like any modern business, we have terminals to take debit and credit cards. The financial institution that provides these terminals and services to us is based out of the province of Quebec, as many financial institutions in Canada are, especially ones involved with the furniture, appliance, and electronic retail industry. I am at the front desk when one of our sales associates comes up with a customer to put through a sale for a freezer. The customer has several pounds of meat arriving to him tomorrow and needs a freezer in-stock to preserve it. Everything goes normally up until right after the sale is paid for and completed, and then this happens:)

Customer: “I need to cancel this order.”

Associate: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “I’M CANCELLING THIS AND GETTING MY F****** MONEY BACK!!”

Associate: “Whoa, we can do that, but what’s the problem?”

Customer: “I see on your terminal that [Our Company] banks with [Quebec Financial Institution]!”

Me: “Well, yes, they provide us with terminals and things like our financing plans…”

Customer: “That’s bulls***! We don’t want [Our Company] here in the west if you do business with Quebec!”

Me: “Sir, I’m not sure I understand the issue here. You don’t want to do business with us because we have terminals from [Quebec Financial Institution]?”

Customer: “Obviously! Quebec doesn’t want a pipeline for our oil but has no problem leeching off our economy to fund their government!”

(The customer proceeds to rant about the oil, the Quebec government, and French people for a minute. To clarify, in recent news, Quebec shot down a plan to have a pipeline built across Canada between our provinces for Alberta’s oil industry. Pipelines can be a controversial topic to some, but apparently, some more than others.)

Me: “Sir, you do understand that [Quebec Financial Institution] is a private business and has nothing to do with the Quebec Government?

Customer: “I don’t care! Quebec and the French won’t be getting any of my money! Now hurry up with my refund so I can take my business elsewhere!”

Me: “All right, but there’s no need for that kind of talk.”

(At this point, my general manager, who is partially French himself, must have overheard part of the conversation, and walks over to the till.)

General Manager: *slightly annoyed* “What’s this about the French? I’m French.”

Customer: *sarcastically* “Good for you.”

(My associate and I get nervous and urge our GM to step away, assuring him we’ll handle this so nothing escalates, which thankfully it doesn’t, even though I’m getting fed up with this customer at this point. I finish up the paperwork and refund the customer.)

Customer: “Make sure you write down the real reason I’m cancelling this, not something made-up!”

Me: “Oh, yes, it’s already written here; no one would believe me if it wasn’t.”

Customer: “I’ll be getting a hold of your home office, telling them we don’t want your company here if this is who you do business with!”

Me: “Yeah, good luck with that.”

(The customer finishes up with our associate, and then proceeds to storm towards the doors.)

Associate: “There you go, sir. Good luck finding a freezer!”

Customer: “Oh, I will! There are better companies here that don’t deal with the French! I’ll be going to [Competitor]!”

Me: *yelling over to ensure he can hear* “We own them!”

Customer: *yelling back* “Then I won’t be going there! I’ll just go to [Different Competitor]!”

Me: “They deal with [Quebec Financial Institution], as well, and they don’t stock appliances!”

Customer: “F*** YOU!”

1 Thumbs
563

Should Have Shown The Table People The Door

, , , , | Working | February 17, 2020

(For a couple of years, my boyfriend and I lived in a teeny-tiny one-bedroom apartment with probably the smallest kitchen table there is to buy. Therefore, we are thrilled when we finally get our new apartment since it allows us to buy a new table that can fit all of our friends and family. The table is 2.5m long or approximately 8.2 feet. When ordering it, I pay extra for delivery up to the fifth floor. The elevator is big but not so big that it can hold a 2.5m-long table plus wrapping. Therefore, the instructions are that, on delivery day, there will be two persons from the delivery firm, carrying the table up the stairs. Seems simple, eh? The day of delivery:)

Delivery Guy: “I’m here to deliver a package for [My Name].”

Me: “That’s me, but you were supposed to be two persons.”

Delivery Guy: “Ah, don’t worry about it. I’ll fix this.”

(The delivery guy proceeds to take the table out of the truck, gets the table inside the apartment building — only because I hold the door open for him — and then lowers the table onto the floor in a brusque way. When the elevator arrives, he tries to shove the table inside the elevator car but since the table is longer than the car, when the doors closes, the table is sticking out quite a bit. He then tries to lean the table so that one side of it hits the roof and the other side hits the tile-clad floor. This continues for several minutes, while sweat is starting to break out on my skin. Bear in mind that this is a rather expensive table, at least for a twenty-something couple that has just bought an apartment.)

Me: “Are you sure about this? I did pay for two people to deliver this via the stairs.”

Delivery Guy: “Oh, no problem. It’s just a really small elevator.”

Me: *under my breath* “Well, it really isn’t.”

(New accessibility rules state that the elevators in new houses must have certain measurements; it’s a really big elevator. The delivery guy tries to take out the table from the car, shoving it into the glass doors in the hallway, then on the floor, then into the ceiling, making a large dent in it. By now I’m really sweaty because I know there is going to be at least one dent in the table.)

Delivery Guy: “I’m gonna try and take this via the stairs but the table is really heavy. How many stairs is it?”

Me: “It’s on the fifth floor.”

Delivery Guy: *lets out a heavy sigh and tries the stairs only to realize that the table is too heavy* “I’m gonna call a colleague and get some help.”

(In the end, the two delivery people got the table up the stairs and into the apartments. The whole thing took approximately an hour and a half. Nearly all corners were dented and I had to lodge a claim with the store. The new table arrived a couple of days later, via a different delivery firm, was brought up the stairs by two delivery people instantly, and had no dents when they were done.)

1 Thumbs
587

Unfiltered Story #184562

, | Unfiltered | February 3, 2020

(Smaller locally owned furniture store, so we have some other limitations so far as when we can deliver, what we keep in stock ect. Time frames are sometimes longer than people would like, but there is nothing we can really do about it. Usually not an issue, they can go somewhere else if they want, unless people are exceedingly stupid and have no concept of how shipping works. One such customer wants to buy what we’ll call sofa A, a custom order piece with fabrics she chose specifically.)

Customer: I want sofa A
Me: Alright sounds great lets take care of a little paperwork and get everything set up.
Customer: Can I just do a deposit and pay for the rest when you deliver it?
Me: Of course that is not a problem and we will give you a call when we receive it to set up delivery should be about three weeks.
(Rest of transaction proceeds normally, we finish up and customer leaves. We receive a call five days later which is when things get interesting.)
Customer: I am having guests over this weekend I’m going to need sofa A delivered tomorrow.
Me: I’m sorry we just placed the order, custom pieces from that manufacturer take about three weeks we don’t have the piece yet, but it looks like everything should be here on time and we’ll give you a call as soon as it comes in.
Customer: So if I can’t get my sofa why the h*** did I buy it from you?
Me: You can get your sofa when it comes in we just (cuts me off)
Customer: Well I need it tomorrow just have them overnight it to me.
Me: I’m sorry we just can’t do that there is no way to have a sofa shipped directly to you overnight.
Customer: This is ridiculous I’m coming in to see the manager and get my sofa. *click*
(Sure enough maybe half an hour later women comes in already angry. We had already told the manager to expect this so sure enough he was ready.)
Customer: Why are you refusing to give me my sofa? I paid money for it and I need it for my guest this weekend.
Manager: As we tried to explain on the phone to you sofa A is a special order piece and we haven’t gotten it from the manufacturer yet.
Customer: Well I need a sofa tomorrow I’m having people over.
Manager: Well if its that urgent you can buy another sofa in the mean time and then just get the one you ordered when its in, but there is no way we will be able to deliver it tomorrow the trucks and already full with other deliveries.
Customer: Well how the f*** and I supposed to get it tomorrow then?
Manager: We have a warehouse nearby, we could arrange for you to pick up something we have in stock.
Customer: If I wanted something you f****** stock I would have gotten it to begin with.
Manager: We made you aware of the lead time for the piece its right on the paperwork we filled out when you ordered it.
Customer: We’ll that doesn’t help me right now does it?
Manager: (Clearly getting frustrated, additional curses and insults were also said to him through this conversation.) No I guess it doesn’t
*customer storms out, only to return about an hour later*
Customer: I got (competitor) to deliver me a quality sofa tomorrow.
Manager: Glad you got that sorted out for yours_ *cuts him off whilst shoving a receipt in his face*
Customer: I cost me over eight hundred dollars I hope you’re happy.
(Store is slow at this point so we are all pretty much watching this unfold, everyone keeps looking at her to expecting her to demand a refund or something at this point, in all likely hood wasn’t going to happen since it was a custom piece, but its pretty much par for the course with angry customers.)
Customer: *Shakes paper in manager’s face* Uh HELLO I’ll take cash.
(Manager just stares at her clearly confused)
Customer: Just give me my f****** money
Manager: Mam we aren’t going to pay for your other sofa if that is what you’re looking for
Customer: Well what the h*** did you tell me to go buy another one for?
Manager: You seemed insistent you needed a sofa for tomorrow
Customer: No s*** I’m the one who told you that.
Manager: OOOKKK… well it seems like you have that arranged we will give you a call when your ( cut off again )
Customer: Don’t say sofa A when its in, what the h*** would I need two couches for?
Manager: You are the one that wanted it tomorrow and I told you that the only way you could get one by then was by picking it up which you didn’t want to do
Customer: Exactly smarta** that’s why I went to (competitor)
Manager: Mam we are not going to pay for a sofa for you from a competitor just because you became impatient
Customer: I don’t know what kind of scam you are all running with (competitor) but this is ridiculous, I need to talk to the owner *points to a picture on the wall of founder of the company*
Manager: I’m sorry mam your not going to be able to speak *cut off*
Customer: I don’t care if he’s not here this is his store call him you must have his phone number, maybe he’ll be reasonable
Manager: Mam that is the *cut off*
Customer: I don’t want to hear this s*** just get me him
Manager: (Knowing he will just be cut off just exclaims) HE IS DEAD
Customer: Then why the h*** do you still have his picture?
(Customer was kicked out of the store at this point, and told to come back when she calmed down. Over the course of the next few days I miss some of the action, but learn that eventually she stopped calling and coming in yelling. Swears she is never coming to us again. We put the piece on the floor to try and sell,once it comes in. Life goes on normally… until she comes in again.)
Customer: Why the h*** is my sofa siting on the sales floor for everyone to sit on?
Manager: You clearly didn’t want it, you said you would never come back to us again so we canceled your order and put it on the floor to try and sell.
Customer: Well I better get a h*** of a discount for all this bulls***
Manager: You do not, we have it priced and are selling it for what it is.
Customer: You already took my deposit and now its been on sat on by other people there is no way I’m paying for *manager cuts her off this time*
Manager: You already lost your deposit and I’m sure as h*** am not selling you anything
Customer: You cannot and will not talk to your customers like that.
Manager: Thank goodness your are not nor will ever be a customer then. *customer actually looks a little shaken for the first time* If I see you or your car here again I will call the police and tell them you are trespassing, you are not welcome here anymore.
Customer: Well I *cut off*
Manager: Try me b****
(Customer stormed out never to be seen again, only person who I ever know who got blacklisted from a furniture store. Manager also called around to other stores to tell them about this, don’t know what they did, if we even put her phone number or name into the computer it comes up with the rest of the information filled in DO NOT SELL. Ironically the sofa ended up being pretty popular so we keep it as a regular stock item now. We all have a decent laugh recalling the whole incident when we sell sofa A.)

Unfiltered Story #182207

, , , | Unfiltered | January 7, 2020

I’m a 6’4, 350-lb male working the closing shift with one other girl in the food area of a prominent furniture chain. The girl working with me is 5’6, very sweet, and heavily accented. I’m coming back from a break, when I hear this exchange begin.

Co-Worker: One vanilla cone, that’ll be one dollar.
Customer: I want it in a cup.
Co-Worker: Certainly, though there is an extra charge. One-fifty.
Customer: No I want it for one dollar.
Co-worker: I’m sorry, but there is a price difference.
Customer: But I want it in a cup.

This continues for a couple of minutes, until I walk out, and smile.

Me: Evening.

The customer looks over, looks UP at me, turns to her and bows his head a little.

Customer: I’ll just have the cones.

She wanders off to make them, trying not to crack up.

When You See Books As Distractions, You Need To Reprioritize  

, , , , , , | Working | August 12, 2019

(A friend and I walk into a large, popular furniture warehouse, looking for a bookshelf.)

Me: “Look, the books are shelved backward!”

Friend: “That’s weird!”

Me: “Don’t know how that could happen.” *picks up some books, which are mainly old Readers Digest collections*

Friend: “Must be a mistake.”

(I start turning books with the spine out; my friend takes the next shelf and does the same.)

Employee: “Excuse me, but I’m the designer here, and I need you to stop doing that.”

Me: “We just noticed these books were backward.”

Employee: “We do that on purpose. This way we don’t have to match colors.”

Me: “I assumed someone just shoved them on… probably someone who doesn’t read…”

Employee: “It’s part of the design. I don’t want the books to distract from the furniture.”

Me: “I can’t see the furniture because the books are so weird. But sorry for interfering!”

(My friend and I left, giggling like schoolgirls.)

1 Thumbs
397