The Mother Of All Screams
(I’m new, on my first week, training with a manager. So far, everything has been going very well. The phone rings and my manager gestures me to pick it up.)
Me: “Thank you for calling [Motel]. This is [My Name]. How may I assist you?”
Old Lady: “Gimme [Manager].”
Manager: *mouths* “Who is it?”
Me: “Who is it?”
(The old lady pauses, then angrily screams Tarzan-like. It sounds like ‘EHAHHHEHHHHHAHHHH!’. It is earsplitting, and I have to hold the phone away.)
Me: “I’m… sorry? I don’t understand—”
(The old lady continues screaming it without taking a breath. Worried that she might be having a seizure, I look at my manager. She takes the phone and says hello but the old lady hangs up.)
Me: *bug-eyed* “Wuh, what was that all about?”
Manager: *matter-of -factly* “My mom. She hates when you ask who she is. You should have said that I asked who it is.” *ignores my shock*
Me: “Riiight…”
(Thankfully the old lady didn’t call back ever again. I switched jobs soon after, and the same thing happened at my new job! Wow.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?