Don’t Have A Cow, Man, Part 4
When someone asks why I hesitate to answer the phone at work, this is the story I tell.
Me: “Thank you for calling [Store]. This is [My Name]; how can I help you?”
Caller: “I need a cow.”
Me: “A… cow?”
Caller: *Scoffs* “Yeah, like moo. Horns, udders. A cow.”
Me: “I’m sorry, we don’t sell cattle.”
Caller: “No. A cow.”
Me: “I’m sorry, we don’t sell ‘a cow.’”
Caller: “Why not?”
Me: “We don’t house livestock. You could try an auction house; [Farming Company in the next town] might be able to direct you.”
Caller: “Well, you sell animals, right?”
Me: “We sell small animals. Rabbits, reptiles, rodents… not cattle.”
Caller: “That’s dumb.”
Me: “I’m sorry we don’t have what you’re looking for.”
Caller: “Why not?”
Me: *Fed up* “We don’t have a livestock license. We sell small pets, not large farm animals.”
Caller: “Well, how am I supposed to get a cow?”
Me: “As I said, there’s a farm supply store, or you could try an auction. I know there are farm shows going on all summer. Maybe ask a vet?”
Caller: “F*** you and your stupid store!” *Hangs up*
Related:
Don’t Have A Cow, Man, Part 3
Don’t Have A Cow, Man, Part 2
Don’t Have A Cow, Man