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Crashing Into Customer Entitlement

, , , | Right | March 13, 2020

(One day, there was a big crash on the interstate entrance to our establishment. Therefore, our servers got trapped in traffic and we only had three on the floor, so we went on a wait.)

Me: *calling a waiting customer’s name*

Customer: “Finally!”

Me: “How are you today?”

Customer: *sees the empty tables* “Why the h*** are you on a wait when you have all these empty tables?”

Me: “Due to the crash, we are short-staffed—”

Customer: “Just because you can’t get your employees to work it doesn’t mean you have to make your customers wait. This is bulls***.”

Name A Worse Customer

, , , , , , | Right | March 13, 2020

(I’ve just opened my register when a customer walks up with some cookies and other items.)

Me: “Hi, how are you? Do you have a [Store] card?”

Customer: “Yes, and some coupons. Hold on.”

(As she goes through her purse, I start ringing up her items.)

Customer: *looking at my name tag* “Your name is [My Name], huh? Funny way of spelling it.”

(My name is not an uncommon Irish name, and it happens to have the most oft-used spelling. I am multiracial, though, with more of my other ancestry prominent than my name would suggest.)

Me: “Ah, yup, that’s my name.”

Customer: “What’s your last name?”

Me: “Oh… Sorry, I don’t give that out.”

Customer: *huffy* “Well, I was only asking.”

(My coworker is signaling me for assistance in her transaction, but I sense that my customer won’t like me walking away from her, so I decide to finish her transaction first. My cashier and her customer, therefore, hear the rest of the increasingly bizarre conversation.)

Customer: “Do you know what my name is?”

Me: “Uh… No, can’t say I do. Sorry?”

Customer: “Oh, you’ll know it. Do you want to know why?”

Me: “Um, okay, sure.”

Customer: *a moment of silence* “That’s why.”

Me: “Sorry?”

Customer: *abruptly* “Where do you want to go?”

Me: “Go? I don’t follow.”

Customer: “What jail would you like to go to?”

Me: “Uh, no jail, actually, thanks?”

Customer: “Oh, well, I was just giving you a choice. Because that is not your name. That cannot be your name. Just you wait; you’ll be hearing from the authorities later today!” *storms out*

(I walk over to my coworker and her customer, a regular.)

Me: “Sorry for the wait.”

Coworker: “What was that?”

Me: “Apparently, my name wasn’t foreign enough for her? Really glad I didn’t give her my last name now!”

They’re Not Special And Neither Are You

, , , , , | Right | March 12, 2020

(This takes place in a well-known Australian supermarket. Our store takes online orders for people at home. My job is to pick items off the shelf and place them in crates on a trolley. Each crate has a name and a corresponding address. Each item is bagged and tied by hand in plastic bags.)

Customer: “Excuse me.”

Me: “Yes?”

Customer: “Are these items on special?”

Me: “No, these items are for online customers. They are not on special.”

Customer: “Okay, then.”

(The customer then wanders off to a different part of the store. My next item requires me to leave my trolley to find an item that’s out of stock. This takes no longer than five minutes. As I return, I hear the following conversation with my coworker.)

Coworker: “Excuse me, what are you doing?”

Customer: “These were on special! I’m taking them.”

(I walk around the corner only to find that the customer from before has taken EVERY SINGLE ITEM out of its bag and into her own trolley. This is well over 100 hand-picked and bagged items.)

Customer: “He told me they were on special!”

Me: “I did not. I told you they were for online customers.”

Customer: “Liar! You’re just trying to steal them and keep them for yourself! I bet you don’t even work here!”

Me: “I do work here because my shirt has the [Store] logo on it. Also, the trolley clearly advertises who I am shopping for. Online customers! Not specials!”

(Thankfully, the customer turned around and left in a huff. I spent the next hour rescanning and bagging the items.)

We Stand Behind Our Product, But Not Our Customers

, , , | Right | March 12, 2020

(A couple comes up to my register to purchase a microwave. As I’m ringing them up, I begin asking the standard questions that I’m required to ask.)

Me: “And it looks like we do offer you two years of coverage on the microwave in case anything goes wrong with it or it stops working. It would be just [price] to add that on today.”

Wife: “No, thanks.”

Husband: “Our last microwave lasted fifteen years before it broke, so I think we’ll be fine.”

Me: “Oh, okay!”

(I finalize their transaction and hand them the receipt, and the woman explains what happened to their last microwave. I proceed to tell her about a similar incident that my family once had with an old television set. She laughs, and then her husband speaks up.)

Husband: “So… Do you have any sort of coverage in case this microwave stops working?”

Me: “Well, yes, that’s what I offered you that two-year plan for.”

Husband: “No, but I mean, do you have any sort of coverage outside of that?”

Me: “Well, we do have a [length of time] return policy in case it gives you any issues right away and you want to bring it back.”

Wife: “But you don’t have any warranties on it or anything like that?”

Me: “The manufacturer has about a one- to two-year warranty on the microwave already, so you’d have to go through them if you had any problems.”

Husband: “But what if I were to take it home tonight and I tried to plug it in and it didn’t work?”

Wife: “Well, that’s what they offer the [length of time] return policy for.”

Me: “Yes.”

Wife: “So, you don’t stand behind your product at all?”

Me: “Well, it’s like if your dad owned a computer store. He doesn’t manufacture the computers, he’s just authorized to sell them. Since he doesn’t make them, it’s technically not his product, so he isn’t required to fix it if you have any problems. That’s the manufacturer’s job, since they are the ones that actually made the product.”

Husband: “So, if we brought it back here, you wouldn’t ship it out to the manufacturer to get it fixed?”

Me: “If you had the coverage on it, we would absolutely ship it back to the manufacturer for you if necessary. But if you don’t have the coverage on it, that’s something you would have to do yourself.”

Wife: “So, you don’t stand behind your product at all?”

Me: “I can’t think of many places that do that unless you buy their coverage on that product.”

Wife: “I can’t think of many places that don’t do that.”

Me: “Without you having to pay for it?”

Wife: “Yes! [Competitor #1] or [Competitor #2] would do that.”

(I know that NO store would take a product back after a certain amount of time without a customer having purchased coverage through that store, I decide to just go along with the woman’s crazy idea anyway instead of arguing.)

Me: “Oh, do they? I don’t shop there enough, so I don’t know too much about that.”

Wife: “Yes, they do.”

Me: “Oh, okay.”

Wife: *to husband* “Do you still want to get it here?”

Husband: “Well, I don’t know.”

Wife: “I don’t think we should get it here if they don’t stand behind their product.”

Husband: “Yeah.”

Wife: *to me* “Yeah, I think we’re going to return this right now.”

Me: *trying not to look frustrated, yet still smiling* “Okay! That’s totally fine! If you want to head over to [Returns Department], they would be more than happy to help you with that.”

Wife: “Right over there at [Returns Department]?”

Me: “Yep. Right over there where the sign says, ‘[Returns Department]’.”

Wife: “Okay, thanks.” *starts to walk off towards the returns department, then turns back to me* “We’re not blaming you. It’s not your fault; you’re just the messenger.”

Me: “Oh, no, I understand. It’s totally fine.”

(The couple walks over to the returns department and they do return the microwave. One of our managers has come up to my till to buy some food.)

Me: “What do you do if you offer [Our Coverage], the customer refuses it, you tell them about our return policy, and they get mad because we won’t stand behind our product unless they buy our coverage?”

Manager: “You tell them that we do stand behind our product; that’s what our coverage is for. You explain to them that it’s a really good deal, tell them why they should buy it, and tell them everything that it will cover. If they get mad about it, well, that’s their problem, and if they threaten to go to another competitor, you just say, ‘Okay,’ and if they want to do a return, you let them return it.”

Me: “So… I handled that entire situation correctly, then?”

Manager: “Yes.”

Me: “Okay.”

(The customers ended up getting their return, but I don’t know how far they’ll get with our competitor. Out of curiosity, I called our competitor to see if they offer such a plan that my customer was so sure that they DID offer, and I found out they don’t.)

Not My Department, Not My Care  

, , , | Right | March 12, 2020

(I work at a leased department inside a major department store whose slogan is to create magic for those who shop there. I don’t work for this major retailer, but I often will help their customers when things slow down. This happens after I finish with my customer:)

Customer: “I just want these.”

Me: “I’m sorry, I can’t ring these items; I can walk them to another register with you if you’d like.”

Customer: “How dare you be so rude to me? I demand you ring these, now!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. I work for a leased department so I’m not an employee of [Store], but they can help you at the next register.”

Customer: “FINE! Let me at least pay my bill!”

Me: “Sure, I’d be glad to do that; I can only accept cash or debit. My check reader isn’t working at the moment.”

Customer: “You are horrible. You won’t ring me and refuse to accept my check. Get me a manager!”

(I call a manager from the department store and explain the situation to the manager. The managers are often reluctant to show up, because we don’t work for them. Thankfully, one does show up.)

Manager: “I understand there has been a misunderstanding.”

Customer: “This b**** won’t ring me up or take my payment!”

Manager: “She doesn’t actually work for [Department Store] so she doesn’t ring our items. [Department Store] employees will be happy to help you there. As far as the payment, we can take cash or debit, because the work ticket shows that the check machine is down. So, how would you like to pay?”

Customer: “I filled out this check, so take my check here and now!”

(This goes on for a few minutes longer before I lose my cool.)

Me: “Lady! You’re not listening! I can’t abracadabra the machine to take your check. You could’ve been done had you taken it to another register. Or do you enjoy arguing?”

Customer: *throws the items in her hands at us and storms out*

Manager: “Had you worked for us, I would have had to write you up. But since you don’t—” *hands me a voucher* “—enjoy lunch on us.”

(Best, argument, ever! Thank you, miserable lady!)