So today a guy walks into our store and says "ouch!" 
No seriously, he came in and purchased a TV. He checked out at the service desk. He tossed his pull tag at the lady working there, and then turned his back on her to go stare at the cashiers behind him.
Service desk lady rang him up and called somebody to carry out the TV. Then she asked the guy if he wanted to purchase the extended protection plan for the TV. He didn't answer her, so she asked him again, twice, progressively louder each time.
Finally, the guy whipped around and snarled "Can't I just pay for my TV?"
It also turns out that this week we are starting a zip-code capture, so the cashiers have to ask every customer for their zip codes. So service desk lady asked the guy for his zip code (again having to repeat it because he resumed staring at the cashiers again)
Finally she got his attention and he barked "What the hell do you need my zip code for? Are you going to take my money now or what?!"
The service desk lady just said it was a survey we were doing. I don't think she got his zip code,
On the subject of surveys, we have unveiled a new online customer service survey. It is mentioned on our receipts. Customers who complete the survey become eligible to win a $250 shopping spree. If I were not disqualified from this because of my employment, I might do the survey and give some evil answers, such as

No seriously, he came in and purchased a TV. He checked out at the service desk. He tossed his pull tag at the lady working there, and then turned his back on her to go stare at the cashiers behind him.
Service desk lady rang him up and called somebody to carry out the TV. Then she asked the guy if he wanted to purchase the extended protection plan for the TV. He didn't answer her, so she asked him again, twice, progressively louder each time.
Finally, the guy whipped around and snarled "Can't I just pay for my TV?"
It also turns out that this week we are starting a zip-code capture, so the cashiers have to ask every customer for their zip codes. So service desk lady asked the guy for his zip code (again having to repeat it because he resumed staring at the cashiers again)
Finally she got his attention and he barked "What the hell do you need my zip code for? Are you going to take my money now or what?!"
The service desk lady just said it was a survey we were doing. I don't think she got his zip code,
On the subject of surveys, we have unveiled a new online customer service survey. It is mentioned on our receipts. Customers who complete the survey become eligible to win a $250 shopping spree. If I were not disqualified from this because of my employment, I might do the survey and give some evil answers, such as
- That Irv was a really nice, helpful guy! He should be given a promotion and a raise. I also want to bear his children.
- However, (insert name of whatever employee who's on my bad side) was a real jerk. He/she didn't answer any of my questions and told me to piss off. I will never again visit one of your stores until you fire him/her.
- Yes, I do like beans! Why yes, I do like George Wendt! Of course I'd like to see George Wendt eating beans in a new movie!
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