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http://notalwaysright.com/
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The Customer is not always right
- Thread starter pacopoe
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BWUAHAHAHAHAAAAA . . . .
And I have one of my own from the time I was working in a music store (well, there were a lot, but this one would fit in there)
We had this customer who came in regularly, and no matter what music we were playing, he invariably bitched about it.
Finally, we'd all had it and my boss asked me to see if I could find out what his problem was.
I walked up to him and he immediately started his normal diatribe about the music we played, so I asked him what he'd like to hear.
He hemmed and hawed and wouldn't give me an answer, just "not that crap."
On to 20 Questions.
"Well, sir, what kind of music do you listen to at home?"
"Anything but that garbage you play!" (We kept a variety of music playing, with the exception of rap and very little country.)
So I went through the whole list, types, artists, titles, etc.
Nada.
Finally I zeroed in and asked him what it was he disliked so much about the music.
"You can't understand any of the lyrics!"
"Oh, so, then, what is your favorite music to listen to? Maybe I can help you now that we have a starting point."
He tells me he loves opera.
I couldn't help it. The Inner Demons took over.
"You speak Italian? That's awesome!"
"errrr . . . . mumblemumblemumble . . . . no, I can't understand that either, I just like it . . . . "
:rofl1:
And I have one of my own from the time I was working in a music store (well, there were a lot, but this one would fit in there)
We had this customer who came in regularly, and no matter what music we were playing, he invariably bitched about it.
Finally, we'd all had it and my boss asked me to see if I could find out what his problem was.
I walked up to him and he immediately started his normal diatribe about the music we played, so I asked him what he'd like to hear.
He hemmed and hawed and wouldn't give me an answer, just "not that crap."
On to 20 Questions.
"Well, sir, what kind of music do you listen to at home?"
"Anything but that garbage you play!" (We kept a variety of music playing, with the exception of rap and very little country.)
So I went through the whole list, types, artists, titles, etc.
Nada.
Finally I zeroed in and asked him what it was he disliked so much about the music.
"You can't understand any of the lyrics!"
"Oh, so, then, what is your favorite music to listen to? Maybe I can help you now that we have a starting point."
He tells me he loves opera.
I couldn't help it. The Inner Demons took over.
"You speak Italian? That's awesome!"
"errrr . . . . mumblemumblemumble . . . . no, I can't understand that either, I just like it . . . . "
:rofl1:
lol I'm getting old and boring.Meh, I like opera and hate rap songs for the same reason (can't understand what they're saying, or often can understand too well what they're saying. It's either or and both situations suck). Maybe he's just a fan of Maria.
Let's see...my favorite customer story is when I was looking up patient history in the computer in one of the exam rooms that were empty. All the other computers were occupado so I stepped in there for an instant. Well the receptionist brought in a client and her two sons and I said I'd take care of them since I was already in there.
Well that particular room is my favorite one. We put all the neat stuff we pull out on display in that room such as kidney stones, worms, various tumors, etc. One of the neatest ones is a heart full of heart worms. The boys immediately pounced on it when they saw it. Can't blame them, it's my favorite too.
Well they start asking all sorts of questions about it and I answer them in kind and am ready to go into my 'that's why heartworm prevention is important' monologue when the mother asks me in a sort of aside "Surely that's not real is it?" I told her that yes, ma'am, it is real. She looked very stricken by that bit of information and goes "Oh my God! Did the dog survive?!"
*insert picture of dumbstruck GO*
Let's see...my favorite customer story is when I was looking up patient history in the computer in one of the exam rooms that were empty. All the other computers were occupado so I stepped in there for an instant. Well the receptionist brought in a client and her two sons and I said I'd take care of them since I was already in there.
Well that particular room is my favorite one. We put all the neat stuff we pull out on display in that room such as kidney stones, worms, various tumors, etc. One of the neatest ones is a heart full of heart worms. The boys immediately pounced on it when they saw it. Can't blame them, it's my favorite too.
Well they start asking all sorts of questions about it and I answer them in kind and am ready to go into my 'that's why heartworm prevention is important' monologue when the mother asks me in a sort of aside "Surely that's not real is it?" I told her that yes, ma'am, it is real. She looked very stricken by that bit of information and goes "Oh my God! Did the dog survive?!"
*insert picture of dumbstruck GO*
Heheh. You haven't heard crazy until you've worked in the media. The nutty ones come out of the woodwork over here. Here are a few gems I've actually dealt with. Dead serious.
-Caller reporting that there was a conspiracy going on at our local post office. His love gifts to Mariah Carey keep getting returned. Therefore, the post office must be trying to interfere with their "special connection".
-I've met three prophets of God. Seriously. Including one women who said she discovered she was God's prophet when she was wandering around in the woods in the 70s (can't remember which year..she gave a very specific date).
- Another news tip: God was sending tornados and earthquakes to punish the evil Hollywood producers who had secretly traveled to the caller's hometown, stolen the caller's family name and used it for the name of a villain on a made-for-TV movie. Now the name was disgraced. The stolen name? Robert. ("That name has been in my family for generations!")
-A person wanted to write a column about her experiences on Mars and Venus. Of course she had really been there. Several times, in fact.
-Caller reporting that there was a conspiracy going on at our local post office. His love gifts to Mariah Carey keep getting returned. Therefore, the post office must be trying to interfere with their "special connection".
-I've met three prophets of God. Seriously. Including one women who said she discovered she was God's prophet when she was wandering around in the woods in the 70s (can't remember which year..she gave a very specific date).
- Another news tip: God was sending tornados and earthquakes to punish the evil Hollywood producers who had secretly traveled to the caller's hometown, stolen the caller's family name and used it for the name of a villain on a made-for-TV movie. Now the name was disgraced. The stolen name? Robert. ("That name has been in my family for generations!")
-A person wanted to write a column about her experiences on Mars and Venus. Of course she had really been there. Several times, in fact.