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fucking stupid questions people ask over the phone

 
 
Captain Zoom
09:27 / 10.03.02
Just for Mr. fridgemagnet.

From my pre-Zoom days at Coles Bookstore.

Me: Good Morning Coles.
Fucktard: Hi. You sell books there, right?

Okay, go mental people.

Zoom.
 
 
w1rebaby
09:42 / 10.03.02
"i want to speak to Mr X"

"he's not here, would you like to leave a message?"

"i want to speak to him, tell him it's Mr Y"

"he's not here, he's in a meeting at the Z office, I can take a message and he will get back to you as soon as he's here"

"tell him it's Mr Y, he'll speak to me"

"really, he's not here. I saw him leave. I'm not lying to you... (pause) Let me check if he's come back into the office."

(call Mr X's phone) "Mr Y insists on speaking to you"

"Tell him I'm not here."

I never thought of that one.

or, alternatively, don't call Mr X's phone, and leave a memo reading "Mr Y called". Instant response, "why didn't you put him through?"

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"i need to have this fridge/other large appliance removed from my house, it's upstairs"

"i'm afraid the staff can't do that, they're not insured. Can you move it downstairs?"

"no, I'm disabled, I can't"

"well, um..."

"you people are all the same, whenever I try to get anything done it never happens, why don't you take some responsibility?"

hmm, well, now you come to mention it, if I really wanted to make the useless alcoholic chainsmokers move things vertically when I ask them, instead of just horizontally when they feel like it, I could. Hell, why don't I just come round and do it myself?
 
 
Naked Flame
15:57 / 10.03.02
From my telephone psychic days:

Flame: Hi there, my name's <not really flame>, what can I-

X: (interrupting) Do you know anything about Wicca?

Flame: ok are we talking about basketwork or witchcraft? because either way it's not really-

X: Ok, do I light the candles, step into the circle and consecrate the salt, or do I consecrate the salt, bless the candles, and step into the circle, or is it light the candles, draw over the circle with the salt, then bless the circle?

Flame: er.... (turning over Queen of Wands) Isn't there a woman around you who knows way more about this than I possibly could?

X: Yeah, she's my teacher.

Flame: I think maybe you should ask her.

X: I can't.

Flame: Umm- why exactly?

X: She's in a trance in the middle of the circle, waiting for me to get on with the ritual...
 
 
Solitaire Rose as Tom Servo
17:04 / 10.03.02
My favorite dumb question when I worked retail would be when people would call in the middle of the day and ask if we were open that day. Now WHEN are you open, but if we were open.

If we weren't open, would someone answer the phone?

That's why when I call to see if a place is open, if someone answers, I ask what their hours are. I don't want to be the idiot who has no clue.
 
 
m. anthony bro
19:43 / 10.03.02
My favourite is "did I tell you...?", that rules for stupdity. How would I know?

I heard this great phone call. A guy is at home and his friend calls from Palmerston North. They talk for a while, then guy goes:
Hey, guess where I am.
(other person) Where?
(guy) Palmerston North.
(other) Wow! Really?
(guy) No. You called me.

can't beat the fuckin' classics.
 
 
Turk
23:27 / 10.03.02
What are you wearing?
 
 
bitchiekittie
23:38 / 10.03.02
*heavy breathing*

not a question, really (well, ok, not at all, huffypants), but I despise when people will pause for long periods of time before answering. Ive begun hanging up if I dont get an immediate response - Ive got plenty of perfectly good time wasting to do without your help, mouthbreather!
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
23:56 / 10.03.02
Let me take you back a few years to when I was trying to sling a band together. I put an ad in Loot (a London-based free ads paper) indicating that I was a female Goth vocalist looking for musicians to form a band, and listing various influences.

Did you understand that last sentence? Well done you! Because every fucking compost- heap in a raincoat within a twenty-mile radius of the fucking Thames got as far as the word "female" and suffered a frigging brainstorm.

"Yeah, I'm a record producer, I'm looking for a solo vocalist of the type you describe... no, don't call me back on this number... I'll call you... no, because my wife's a bit funny about-" <clunk>

"Uh, your ad said Gothic, right? So you've got, like, black clothes, right? Black skirts? Black tops? Black stockings? A black basque? Black-" <clunk>

"Hi, I saw your ad in Loot, yeah? Well, my band's looking for a female vocalist. Well, basically, we do quite a few covers, mostly musicals, show tunes: hits from Grease, stuff like that-" <clunk>

"Hi. I saw your ad in Loot, yeah? Well, basically, I'm a manager looking to put together the next Spice Girls-" <clunk>

Rghghghghghg.
 
 
Cop Killer
03:59 / 11.03.02
My best friend has this habit of calling me at home and then asking: "So where are you?"

At work people come up to me all the time and ask: "Can I ask you a question?"
I always want to reply, "You just did," but then they'd probably complain about me and I'd get fired and then my mother would kill me. Or they'll call up and ask "Are you the Walgreens on 127th and Western?" with that being their only question, like they just wanted to make sure we exist or something.
 
 
Our Lady of The Two Towers
13:47 / 11.03.02
"Hello?"
"Hi, are you open today?"
"No, I just thought I'd come in on my day off on the chances that you'd phone."
"Oh, well I'd like to renew my library books."
"OK, do you have your library card?"
"No."
"O-kay, do you have the books with you?"
"No."
"That's allright, I'll just use my telepathic powers to reach down the phone line and into your mind for the library card number which I need to proceed any further. You wouldn't be able to pay for something if you didn't have your credit card but why would you expect to need your library card for a transaction with the library?"
"Oh. B-bye."
"Thanks for calling!"
 
 
Kit-Cat Club
13:51 / 11.03.02
"Good afternoon, this is the Artists' Licensing and Copyright Corporation; how can I help you?"

"Hello, is that the Natwest Building Society?"

"Er... no..."
 
 
pointless and uncalled for
13:58 / 11.03.02
Hello, thank you for calling British Telecom, how may I help you?

"I'd like to make a payment on my gas bill"

You'd need to contact you gas service provider for that.

"Oh, I can't be bothered with that, can't you just give them the money?"
 
 
pointless and uncalled for
14:01 / 11.03.02
"do you have an extra cigarette"

No, the pack I bought has exactly the right amount. (Note, I do play fair on this. On the one occasion when B&H were kind enough to stuff a 26th cigarette into the pack and was asked, I did hand it over)
 
 
Kit-Cat Club
14:04 / 11.03.02
People ring you up to scav fags off you? How very dedicated.
 
 
pointless and uncalled for
14:08 / 11.03.02
Not really no, I didn't realise that this was phone dedicated. But if they did, they would get the same treatment.
 
 
Mr Ed
14:14 / 11.03.02
I usualy answer the work phone with either 'Digital Media London' or 'Local London' depending on which hat I'm wearing that day.

I get loads of phone queries from American and European musical types asking if we can plug their glasgow/texas/fish-land based band.

Not only does it say on the site 'London-based bands only', not only do I say London when I answer the phone, but they still have to ask. Grr.

Then there's our online noticeboard. I won;t go into the full horror of letting the public play with your lovingly crafted website, but here's an example:

We had one guy phone us up about a spelling error he made. On September the 11th. At about 3pm. He didn't understand why we were busy...
 
 
Re-Set
16:20 / 11.03.02
"Am I speaking to a live person or a computer?"

This was 15 minutes into the conversation.
 
 
MJ-12
17:23 / 11.03.02
I dunno, I've spoken to tech support people who were just following a script. They probably could have been recorded.
 
 
pointless and uncalled for
17:48 / 11.03.02
Lady on the phone after standardised greeting.Loud slow voice as if I were retarded. "I would like to speak to a real person. I do not want to speak to a computer"

Me, calmly and politely "I am a real person, how may I help you?"

Her "How do I know your a real person?"
 
 
w1rebaby
18:10 / 11.03.02
a deep and philosophical point, perhaps you are being used as control humans in some sort of wide scale Turing test?
 
 
Tezcatlipoca
09:37 / 12.03.02
Many moons ago when I worked for the evil and villainous Natwest Bank I got a call which ran - assuming my fragmented memory is in order - something like:

"Hi, I need my card cancelled."

"Has it been stolen?"

"Oh no, I just think it's a security risk."

"Your card details have been inadvertantly released to somebody else, then?"

"No, nothing like that."

"Then what seems to be the problem?"

"The photo doesn't look like me."

Pause

"Are you referring to the hologram of William Shakespeare?"

<click>


I have always liked to believe that this call was a joke, though I'm not too sure...
 
 
higuita
09:37 / 12.03.02
quote:Originally posted by fridgemagnet / w1rebaby:
"i want to speak to Mr X"

"he's not here, would you like to leave a message?"

"i want to speak to him, tell him it's Mr Y"


I never did this. This is a big fib.

To add to the general melee, I have had a few calls which go along the lines of

"Hello, are you the newspaper?"

I challenge anyone to come up with an accurate reply that doesn't lead to instant
dismissal.
 
 
Ganesh
09:37 / 12.03.02
A common Accident & Emergency conversation:

"Hello, I want to know how much paracetamol I need to take to kill myself."

"<barely-audible sigh> How much have you taken?"

"I'm not telling you unless you promise you won't try to stop me."

"You've telephoned Accident & Emergency; you know I can't advise you to take an overdose. Have you taken an overdose?"

"<pause> Yes."

"What's your address?"

"It's [blah blah address] - but don't send anyone round. I don't want you to stop me."

Etc.
 
 
Laughing
09:37 / 12.03.02
(phone rings)

Me: Hello?
They: Yeah, is Mike there?
Me: Uh, no, sorry. You've got the wrong number.
They: Oh, this isn't Mike's house?
Me: No.
They: Why not?

...I was at a loss for an answer.
 
 
pointless and uncalled for
10:57 / 12.03.02
I think that it would be realtively safe to advise you all that the department that I used to work for at British Telecom ran and probably still runs a black book on callers.

This book was a list of names and numbers of our more interesting callers from across the British Isles.

Because all conversations were recorded and detailed on the database the book was handed around during quiet periods so that the reps could look up customers and basically have a good laugh at some of the wierd stuff.

Details recorded included:

The woman who called up using her one phone call to advise us that she had been arrested on suspicion of murder and wanted us to arrange a lawyer and send her some slippers.

The person that thought that the wheels on BT vans were too wide and a waste of customers money.

The woman who called to say that her neighbours were stealing her candles. She also complained that because she has a red indian spirit guide should couldn't have asian engineers come to the house to perform repairs as her eyes would turn red. Actually this woman had the longest database of wierd and bizarre calls including an entry from a supervisor which simply said "Mrs. xxxxxxxxxxx called to talk for three hours about life the universe and everything. Ended by thanking us for having an engineer say hello to her from the top of a pole."

I think that my favourite from the list was a listing for a woman who talked for two hours straight and during that time the supervisor taking the call went to make a cup of tea without telling the woman and she didn't even notice.

So be warned, if you call BT and something ridiculous or stupid it will be recorded and your number will be passed around for everyone to laugh at you.
 
 
Morlock - groupie for hire
15:26 / 12.03.02
Um, Mordant:

quote: Rghghghghghg.



How do you pronounce that, anyway.

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Ithankyew

[ 12-03-2002: Message edited by: Morlock/1 ]
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
16:33 / 12.03.02
It's the noise you make after you put the phone down on your sixth moron of the day; a sort of growl-whilst-shaking-head-vigorously thing.
 
 
pointless and uncalled for
16:36 / 12.03.02
I thought it was that start up noise on a chain gun as you seek retribution on the world for evolving so many eejits.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
16:37 / 12.03.02
Hey! I'm a patient and caring individual. The chain-gun doesn't get fired up until at least Moron Seven.
 
 
pointless and uncalled for
16:42 / 12.03.02
Yeah, I'm more of a Moron Five person. My USPS gene is fairly active.
 
 
Rev. Jesse
15:18 / 13.03.02
I used to provide high level tech support of a nefarious company. Once, while monitoring one of my underlings working on a issue with a consultant. The business owner was also on site, mainly listening to the consultant.

My coworker (Let's call him Ed, cause that was his name), was asking the consultant to perform a simple diagnostic task. The consultant kept dancing around doing this, suggesting other issues and generally not doing as he was told. Eventually, the consultant started screaming and ranting because Ed could not solve the problem. He said he "had been raped" because of the shoddiness of the product and the support.

The consultant then went out for a fag.

While he was outside fuming, Ed asked the owner of the business to work with him. With the owner following Ed's instructions, they had it fixed before the consultant came back in.

The consultant paid 250 dollars to have us walk him through this mess. The owner of the business probably paid the consultant at least 3 times that for the on-site service.

You'd think if people are paying that kind of money, they would be willing to swallow their pride and do as they're damn well told.

In my current job, providing low-level customer service, I had one guy (we’ll call him Cal cause I can’t remember his name) who was convinced that his friend, his friend’s girlfriend and his friend’s cousin were inspiring to steal his identity. Cal asked me to see if his friend had order a radio in Cal’s name; I could find no record of this. Nor could I find any record of any of the other parities ordering our radios in any of their names in the greater LA region. Cal told me that his friend had recently been putting him on hold with new music “nice, soft music, like you would expect from a Bose radio.” I bit my tongue and avoided telling him that any radio can play any type of music. Cal was also convinced that his friend was tapping his phone and was constantly stopping and asking me “did you hear that?”

This went on for about forty minutes, with me telling him that I have no record of his credit card being used by us nor any record of any order placed in his, his friend’s, his friend’s girlfriend’s, or his friend’s cousin’s name. I suggested he contact an attorney if he feared his identity was being stolen.

So latter that week, I talking with my Pa, who is a doctor, and telling him about this guy. He asked me if I asked if “the voices were coming from the TV or the radio.” I looked at him like he was out of this world. He went on, stating that this question is a sure why to tell mental ill and that he has asked this question to people in a professional capacity and received answers to the effect of: “yes, you’re the only one who believes me!” This is a sign, I am told, of the person being mentally unstable.

It takes all kinds.

[ 13-03-2002: Message edited by: Rev. Jesse ]
 
 
Ganesh
15:24 / 13.03.02
Sounds like Cal was developing a psychotic illness, certainly (although there is no "sure fire" single-question way to detect this).

On an unrelated note, could I point out that the word 'schizo' is as offensive to the psychiatrically unwell as 'paki' is to brown-skinned individuals? Try not to use it...
 
 
lentil
13:36 / 21.03.02
Here's a fucking stupid question that i got asked over the phone just now, as part of a phone interview by the evil people who are also forcing me to take a drugs test: "When was the last time you used marijuana?" and i, like a fool, told the truth! Well, she caught me off-guard! Grrr. At least I recovered my faculties in time to lie about having ever taken anything else. I guess I'll be contibuting to Planet of Sound's "surviving unemployment" thread anytime soon. i don't need this shit in my life anyway. bastards. going outside for a fag.
 
 
higuita
13:43 / 21.03.02
Who are these bastards? I mean, christ, I don't often smoke myself, but it's hardly got owt to do with your employers.
I thought that sort of unnecessary behaviour was restricted to the US.
 
 
lentil
13:46 / 21.03.02
Well, surprisingly enough, it was a US - based company, UCS, who have recently taken over the company i work for. Check the thread I linked above for the full filthy details. Well, guess I'll have more time for the Collective comics project.
 
  
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