The Power Of “Believe”

| UK | Right | November 24, 2016

(I work in a hardware store where items are ordered from a catalogue, paid for, and then received at the counter. You have to ask to see the items before purchase; because of this we deal mostly with tradesmen. Because I look very young for my age (I’m often mistaken for 15 or 16 whereas I’m actually 24) people often don’t believe me when I give them information. Mostly they think I’m a new starter and ask to speak to one of my male colleagues, who then defer to me as I’m actually the senior service assistant at my store. This means I’m often going and getting the items to get them out of their packaging to prove that the dimensions or whatever other information they’re looking for.)

Me: “Hi, sorry for the wait; how can I help you?”

Customer: “I’d like to return this strainer waste. I’m actually looking for just the strainer, but this isn’t the right size. I know you have another in the book in a different make. Do you know if it’s bigger?”

Me: *getting the program up to find the item in the warehouse* “I’m afraid they’re the same size. I’ve compared them before.”

Customer: “No, that’s fine. Just the refund, then.”

Me: “Okay, I’ll just find it… Wait, you believed me?”

Customer: “Yep.”

Me: “But no one believes me.”

Customer: “But why would you lie?”

Me: “I know, right?”

(I process the refund, and at the end we’re supposed to bid farewell with some variation of “thank you, goodbye”)

Me: “Thank you for believing me! Bye bye!”

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