Being Aggressively Polite Is The Best Gift You Can Give Yourself
It’s my birthday, and I am working the guest services desk at a department store. I’m helping another guest with something and see one of my coworkers escorting this fifty-something-year-old man, who looks livid as h***, to the desk. He slams the bag he is carrying down on the desk.
Customer: “I have a pick-up order!”
I decide to not match his energy; it is my birthday, and dang it, I am going to be happy! I’m about as cordial and polite as possible with this hollering man, who is literally hollering for no reason, as I try to get his pick-up barcode to scan or have him get out his ID to look up his name. He gives me his name and his wife’s name (two different last names) and neither shows up when I look them up.
He is increasingly getting more pissed as I make sure I’ve spelled the names right, try to see if my device is malfunctioning, etc. I finally ask:
Me: “Sir, are you sure you placed the pick-up for our location?”
Customer: “Of course, I did! I come here all the time! This is [Other Store Location], isn’t it?!”
Me: *With the politest smile I can manage* “No, sir, this is the [Our Store] location.”
The way he stared at me with his mouth agape, his ego crumbling, and his world absolutely falling apart as he stammered and asked where [Other Store Location] was, while I calmly smiled the whole time, was better than any gift I could have received. He walked out without another word.
I’m still waiting for the inevitable bad review, but management likes me, so they won’t believe whatever he comes up with that I “did” to cause this.