You Will Not Address Us That Way
Our servers take phone calls for carry-out or delivery orders. It’s about 10:30 pm, and I’m closing up the salad bar and getting ready to wheel the cart into the back. The phone rings. I answer it.
Me: “Hi, thank you for calling [Pizza Restaurant]! Is this order going to be for delivery or carry-out tonight?”
Caller: “Delivery.”
Me: “Awesome. Can I grab your phone number, please?”
For orders, we take the phone number, name, address, and apartment number, if needed. The customer gives me their number.
Me: “And your name?”
Caller: “Dave.”
Me: “Address?”
He gives me a street name I’ve never heard before.
Me: “Awesome. One sec, please.”
I try to submit the order, but the computer tells me the address isn’t in our delivery zone. I relay this information to the customer and he sighs.
Caller: “You must have put my address in wrong.”
I read it back to him.
Me: “Is that correct?”
Caller: “Yes.”
I try again. The computer tells me that it can’t connect to the server and verify the address.
Me: “My computer is telling me the address doesn’t exist.”
Caller: *Frustrated* “Is there someone else to speak to?”
I ask my manager to help, but he’s very busy with something else and tells me to help to the best of my abilities. I tell this to the customer.
Caller: “I’d like someone who isn’t incompetent to take my order.”
Me: “Sir, I—”
Caller: “Someone. Else. Get someone else.”
My manager comes outside at this point and sees me struggling with the address. He gives me a questioning look and then says:
Manager: “That address isn’t in our zone.”
I tell the customer to give me a moment, and I cover the mouthpiece.
Me: “I tried telling him that, but he just called me stupid.”
My manager then takes the phone and deals with the man.
Manager: “If anyone ever calls you stupid, tell them to have a nice day and hang up the phone. You guys are people, too, and I won’t have my people treated badly.”
My manager is a good man.