Not In Receipt Of Any Empathy
I work as a volunteer for a charity shop that helps people in other parts of the world. During lockdown due to the health crisis, we had a new till system put into our building. We’re all still trying to get the hang of the receipt printing options and the new till in general. This morning, I’m working on till for a bit while we wait for another volunteer to be available. A woman approaches with a dress.
Customer: “I’d like to return this, please. I just bought it yesterday and it doesn’t fit.”
Me: “Can I see your receipt?”
Customer: “I wasn’t given one. They said I could return it anyway.”
I internally groan.
Me: “Without a receipt, I can only do an exchange, I’m afraid. Sorry that the till didn’t give you one. We’re still getting used to the till.”
Customer: “Well, that’s not my fault. I won’t be accepting an exchange. I want a refund.”
I repeat what I said again and offer the exchange.
Customer: “You’re breaking your promise. I know my rights. I deserve a refund as it was your fault I didn’t have a receipt!”
She is starting to get angrier. I’m not good with confrontation, so I try again to respond nicely.
Me: “Again, I’m sorry that you weren’t given a receipt, but as I’ve explained, we have a new till and are having a few learning difficulties with the first few runs of a day while we figure the printing out.”
The lady begins to tell me off as she believes I am in the wrong. At the end of her rant…
Customer: “I am the customer and the customer is always right. Give me my refund.”
By this point, there was a small queue forming with the other four customers that had been allowed in and a queue growing longer outside to come in. My boss was at the door that morning, so she suggested that we switch places as she could tell I was starting to get a bit worried with the woman yelling at me.
My boss ended up giving her a refund to get her out of the shop, and as she walked past, she smiled at me and was as sweet as possible, as if nothing had just happened!