Retarded Customers

[Outlaw2747]

If you work at a retail place or any other area dealing with alot of the public, it would be great to hear some of your stories. I am sure alot of us have bumped into that one really empty-headed assclown at work. I work at a pet store (aside from my military thing) so you know I have had my share of idiots.

 

GF, have at it.

[OmegaManiac]

Sorry but in my experience all of my customers are above average, intellectual giants.Often times I find myself in utter awe and wonderment in the glowing light that is their wisdom and understanding of the world around them. These people make life worth living and I am thankful everytime I get the opportunity to bathe in the lavish glory that is their supergenius................................................................................................. Yeah right they're all retaaaaaded!! I can't think of any particular examples because I make a point of perging them from my memory so as not to send myself into a state of depression that could very likely make me want to dissassociate myself from the so called human race.

[Phantom]

I'll bite.

 

My first job was working at one of my father's restaurants. An older man came in and wanted to buy some turkey for a dinner party he was hosting and wanted to know how much he should order. I told him typically about 1/4 a pound per adult. Although he was feeding 8 adults he only ordered... 1/4 a pound. I told him (politely) that wasn't going to be enough but he said that was all he wanted. So naturally, that is what I gave him.

 

Well, about an hour later he comes back in, furious, and throws the turkey right at me and demands to see the manager. He said something along the lines of, "That boy or girl or whatever the hell it was [i apparently looked rather androngenous at 14 years old] embarassed me in front of my guests by not selling me enough!" Then he said he was going to go to one of my father's competitors from now on.

 

Sigh. I cried at the time but it is funny as hell now. That butt muncher took the cake.

[phreakwars]

I deal with so many retards, that it almost seems normal to have a customer call me up, blather out and order, hang up, not give me a name or phone number, nor tell me if it was delivery or carry out, show up pissed off because their order is not done.

 

Other then that, I don't get too many stupid customers. My biggest threat is stupid help.

 

Arrogant customers on the phone... almost daily.

 

Do I put up with the arrogance... well... not if I just woke up a couple hours before that. I tend to be impatient with people in the morning. When I'm working at night, I'm always in a more compassionate mood. Not that I ever condone pity on fools though. That just isn't me.

 

Most of the time though, I'm usually kissing ass to a customer to fix a fuck up one of the kids might make.

 

One thing that can be said, is I do make an extra effort to try and correct a problem with our service by cracking the whip. It's not easy to train monkeys 100 things though..

 

The hardest part about training them, is training them to deal with the customers.

 

Because fuck... some customers CAN be major DICKS.

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[RegisteredAndEducated]

I've worked in over the phone tech support for the last few years... Need I say more?

[Anonymous]

Well, about an hour later he comes back in, furious, and throws the turkey right at me and demands to see the manager. He said something along the lines of, "That boy or girl or whatever the hell it was [i apparently looked rather androngenous at 14 years old] embarassed me in front of my guests by not selling me enough!" Then he said he was going to go to one of my father's competitors from now on.

More proof every day of filthy Phantoms he/she trickery. Last heard, hubby, back in counseling dealing with what is known as "The Crying Game" syndrome, the home bed is cold, filthy Phantom stalks TX cities in search of witless new lover.

[Phantom]

More proof every day of filthy Phantoms he/she trickery. Last heard, hubby, back in counseling dealing with what is known as "The Crying Game" syndrome, the home bed is cold, filthy Phantom stalks TX cities in search of witless new lover.

 

I knew that was coming, cough Nazz cough

[Phantom]

You weirdo, I Am NOT THE ONE

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You forget I have a mod in my pocket who tells me everything.

[Komrade Vostok Hazard]

I don't work retail (I'd end up with dementia) but I do see my fair share of morons around all the fine commercial outlets out there

 

Exhibit A: Lottery Assclowns: These are the type who think they're brilliant and witty when they ask the clerk to give them a "winning ticket" and get pissed off if they don't get it. Newsflash shithead; the clerk doesn't know which scratch & win tickets are winners, and nor does he/she know what the numbers in the upcoming lottery draw is. I'm sure if he/she did, it's safe to say they sure as hell wouldn't be working retail.

 

Case Study #2: Miss-da-point-o-da-expresslanus Moronus: Ok it's a simple concept. Express lanes at the supermarket are for 15 items OR LESS. So don't bog it down with your gazillion items, dickass.

 

Numero trois: Brat pack: Here's a bright idea, let's bring a load of screaming kids to the mall-- and bitch at them when they start to get tired and cranky or if they plainly act like kids after they spend all day walking (toddlers can't fucking be on their feet all day) and sitting there while mommy or daddy fingerpicks through a bunch of shit that has zero relevance to said kids. QUIT BRINGING YOUR FUCKING KIDS TO THE GOD DAMN MALL. No one wants to hear them scream and see some fuckstick nag at them. If you need something from the mall, get it on the way home from work.

[RoyalOrleans]

In your area, retards must not be on 24 hour lockdown.

 

Here... they rarely see the light of day.

[hugo]