This Woman Is Certifiable
The post office I work at is the only one in the immediate area that processes passport applications. We’re used to people calling with questions about the process, but this call was special.
Me: “[City] Post Office, how can I help you?”
Caller: “Hello, my husband and I need to get passports. Could you tell me what we need to do?
Me: “Sure. You’ll need certified copies of your birth certificates, a DS-11 application, which is—”
Caller: “Sorry, could you let me grab a pen to write this down?”
Me: “Of course.”
Judging by the sounds, the woman spends the next four or five minutes roaming her house, walking up and down stairs twice. Finally, she comes back on.
Caller: “Okay, what do we need again?”
Me: “A certified copy of your birth certificate.”
Caller: “Cer. Ti. Fied… Birth Cer. Tif. I. Cate. What else?”
I can hear scribbling while she sounds out the words, so I assume she’s writing them down.
Me: “A passport application form called a DS-11. We have them here, or you can go online to—”
Caller: “What sort of birth certificate do we need?”
Me: “Certified. It has to have a clerk’s seal, so the type issued by hospitals generally doesn’t work.”
The scribbling noise starts again.
Caller: “Cer. Ti. Fied. What were you saying about an application form?”
Me: “It’s called a DS-11. You can get a copy from our office or print one off from the Department of State’s website.”
Caller: “We’ll probably come in. Is that all we need?”
Me: “No, you’ll need to photocopy the front and back of your driver’s license or—”
Caller: “What was that first thing you mentioned?”
Me: “A birth certificate?”
Caller: “What kind was it, again?”
Me: *Slowly* “Certified.”
Again, I hear scribbling while she talks. My coworker has been listening to my side of the conversation and looks pretty amused.
Caller: “Cer. Ti. Fied. Birth. Cer. Tif. I. Cate. What else were you saying?”
Me: “Birth certificates, application forms, a photocopy of your driver’s license or state ID, and a current photograph. We can take the photos or you can—”
Caller: “Is there any sort of application form we need?”
Me: “Yes, that would be the DS-11. You can pick one up here at the office.”
At this point, I’m not going to walk her through getting the online form.
Caller: “D. S. Eleven. Got it! So, we just need application forms?”
Me: “No? You’ll also need your certified birth certificate, photo ID, and current photos.”
My coworker has stopped smiling and is now staring at me in a mix of confusion and concern.
Caller: *Cheerfully* “Thank you. I’ll call to set up an appointment once we have everything.”
The instant I hang up, my coworker speaks up.
Coworker: “What just happened?!”
Me: “I… I don’t feel right helping that woman go to a foreign country.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?