Won’t Hear A Squeak Out Of Me
(I’m in the flat on my own when I hear the bell ring. I answer it and find a girl I don’t know there.)
Girl: “Who’s got the squeaky door?”
Me: “What?
Girl: “I live in the flat below. One of your doors squeaks really loudly. It’s very distracting.”
Me: “Well I’ve never noticed anything like that.”
Girl: “Could you put a maintenance report in?”
Me: “Not if it’s not my room. I’ll ask around, see if the others can do anything.”
(She scowls and leaves. I make a note on the whiteboard in the kitchen and think nothing of it. A few days later, I answer the door again.)
Warden: “I got a maintenance report of a squeaky door. They put a flat number but not a room. Do you know who it is?”
Me: “No, sorry.”
Warden: “Has anyone mentioned anything?”
Me: “Well, the girl downstairs did come complaining…”
Warden: *rolls eyes* “Oh, her!”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?