You Make Me Not Want To Walk Into The Non-Working Light
This occurs a couple of months before Christmas. We’ve noticed customers returning faulty products surges at about this time of year, but we’re prepared and are staffed sufficiently. A customer approaches the counter with an opened box with a lamp inside.
Customer:
“I got this a month ago and now it won’t work.”
Me:
“Oh, I’m sorry about that. I see your receipt is in the box; would you like a replacement or just a full refund?”
Customer:
“I want to know why it stopped working.”
Me:
“Occasionally, we find that one or two of our electronics just break down for no real reason. It won’t be anything you’ve done; it’s just one of those things. Sorry again, though. I get the frustration.”
Customer:
“I want to know why.”
Me:
“I don’t know exactly why, sir, but as I said, you have your receipt, so it’s up to you if you want a replacement or a refund.”
Customer:
“I want you to tell me why my lamp stopped working.”
This goes on for a few minutes, and the lines are piling up halfway down the store. But this guy will not stop asking about the lamp.
Customer:
“I don’t understand why it broke! Why won’t you tell me why my lamp is broken?!”
Me:
“Sir, I have explained to you that this is just one of those situations where you’ve unfortunately come across a faulty product. I cannot tell you exactly why your lamp is not working, but I am saying that you can either get a replacement lamp or I can process your refund now. What would you like to do?”
Customer:
*Loudly* “I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHY THIS LAMP STOPPED WORKING!”
Me:
“I can’t. I’m really sorry, but I can’t give you an answer because I just don’t know.”
Customer:
*Sighs loudly* “You know, you’re really making me question why I shop here.”
Me:
*Without even thinking* “And you’re making me question my will to live.”
There’s a pause, and my coworkers look over at me, their mouths open with “no-you-did-not” faces. I instantly know that I’ve made a blunder.
Customer:
“YOU ARE UNPROFESSIONAL! I WILL BE CALLING YOUR MANAGER, YOUNG LADY! ABSOLUTELY UNPROFESSIONAL! UN-PRO-FESSIONAL!”
He storms off, leaving his lamp on the counter. I know I’m really in for it. I definitely said it, and I was definitely b****y about it. He was being a real pain, but I’m wrong for saying that. I make a mental note to get into work earlier than usual so I can speak to my manager about it. He’s a good guy, and we have a pretty jokey working relationship, but I know that I’ve crossed a line with this.
The next day, early morning:
Me:
“Hey, are you free for a sec? I have something I need to fess up to.”
Manager:
“Yes, I’ve just received a call from a man who said—” *snorts* “—you told him he was making you seriously consider ending it all.”
Me:
*Sheepish* “Yeah, he told me I was making him question why he shopped at [Company], and I told him he was making me question my will to live. He was being uncooperative, but I’m not proud of what I said.”
The manager giggles while taking a sip of coffee.
Me:
“Do you need to wait for [Assistant Manager] to have a disciplinary?”
Manager:
“You’re not having a disciplinary.”
Me:
“Oh? Um, why?”
Manager:
“He wouldn’t let me get a word in after I told him that I couldn’t tell him exactly why his lamp stopped working.”
Me:
“Yeah, he did the same with me yesterday. I offered him a replacement or a refund but he wouldn’t decide and he kept trying to get me to tell him exactly why it broke and would not let it go.”
Manager:
“Well, he also tried to tell me that you didn’t offer him a refund or a replacement which I know is a bloody lie. So we’ll just leave it be.”
Me:
*Surprised but grateful* “Okaaaaay, thanks!”
As I’m walking into the staff room:
Manager:
“You’ve got some real zingers, don’t you? BLOODY HILARIOUS!”
Note to self: Customers can be the worst, but keep your composure. And don’t count on your manager thinking you’re funny.