Holding Up The Bank
(I am a teller at the bank on a very busy Friday. We have a line around the lobby, and we are short-staffed. The phone rings.)
Me: “Hello! Thank you for calling [Bank] in [Location]. My name is [My Name]; how can I help you?”
Caller: “…”
Me: “Hello?”
Caller: “…”
Me: “Hello? [Bank]. Can I help you?”
Caller: “Hello? Who am I speaking with?”
Me: “[My Name]. How can I help you?”
Caller: “My son has a problem with his account.”
Me: “Okay, are you on his account with him?”
Caller: “No, he’s an adult; why would I do that?”
Me: “Well, if you are not his account with him, I cannot give you any account details. Can I speak with him?”
Caller’s Son: “I’m here; you’re on speaker. My name is [Caller’s Son].”
(I have to ask security questions when assisting customers on the phone. I tell him this.)
Me: “Okay, I just need you to verify your full address and—”
(The mom interrupts:)
Caller: “Hold on a minute. Can I get a mocha frappuccino with extra whipped cream, a caramel macchiato, and… what do you want, hon?”
(I can’t believe I am being put on hold — while the lobby is extremely busy and we are short staffed — so the customer can order coffee.)
Me: “Would you like me to transfer you to customer service? You have called a branch location and I am one of the tellers, so I need to be available to the customers in my bank, as well.”
Caller: “Oh, no, we’ll just talk to you; we already have you on the phone.”