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I can't stand my job. Why do people call customer service at nine in the morning on a Saturday?
"You have to keep tapping the button until both the beeper sign and the speaker sign disapper. You may have to press the button several times. It will keep flashing for a few seconds and then turn off."
"But its still flashing."
"Yes, I know that, I just told you it would keep flashing, you fucking idiot."
"and I have to press the button more than once."
"Excuse me sir, why did you buy a stereo when you seem wholly incapable of listening on any level? You fucking idiot, go by a goddamn Koss next time and save me the trouble."
"Let me speak with your manager."
Fucking customers.
Or even better:
"I'd like to talk with someone about my billing."
"Yes."
"I'd like to talk with someone about my billing, please."
"How can I help you?"
"I'd like to talk with someone about my billing, if you don't mind."
"I heard you the first two times, you fucking cunt, now what can I fucking help you with, besides suggesting a good hearing aid?"
Or:
"Yes, you billed me twice last month, I'd like to know why."
"Well, sir we weren't able to bill you for the last six months so once we had your new billing information, we debited for one back payment and this month's as per our agreement." |
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