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This is so typical.
Another thread reminded me of this story. What an idiot.
Chick come into Kinko's looking for her order. We filed them by name. I asked her what name she had the order filed under. She told me her name (she was a file clerk or something.). Looked under her first name. Looked under her last name. No dice. Not in system. Asked her for the name of her business. She insisted it was under her name.
Me: This is for your work, right?
SC: Yeah, but I placed the order under my own name.
Me: Well, it's not listed under your name. What's the name of your company?
SC: Doesn't matter, it's under my name.
Me: Ma'am, I've had three people look twice. It's not under your name. Could you just humor me, here? What's the name of your business?
Me: It's under my name! What is taking you so long to find it?
Let's digest this a bit. Wouldn't any reasonable person be willing to go ,"Oh, what the hell? How hard would it be to give this woman my business name? Heck, it MIGHT help her find my order, and I can get my stuff and be on my way." But no, that would take a least a rudimentary brain stem, like, say, what a primitive fish or insect might have.
The chick never did give me her business name. She told me what the order consisted of, and several people STOPPED WHAT THEY WERE DOING to help me tear the store apart looking for this dumbass's order. They found it after about 10 or 15 minutes.
Can you guess what name it was under, boys and girls? Say it with me, now.
I held up the envelope in her face and said, kind of loudly so that all the people behind her in line could hear, the name of her business. Then I slapped the envelope down on the counter in front of her.
I don't know what band of angels and guardian spirits held onto my arm and kept me from whacking her in the head with her order. I was pissed.
Did she apologize? Any of you betting men?
Chick come into Kinko's looking for her order. We filed them by name. I asked her what name she had the order filed under. She told me her name (she was a file clerk or something.). Looked under her first name. Looked under her last name. No dice. Not in system. Asked her for the name of her business. She insisted it was under her name.
Me: This is for your work, right?
SC: Yeah, but I placed the order under my own name.
Me: Well, it's not listed under your name. What's the name of your company?
SC: Doesn't matter, it's under my name.
Me: Ma'am, I've had three people look twice. It's not under your name. Could you just humor me, here? What's the name of your business?
Me: It's under my name! What is taking you so long to find it?
Let's digest this a bit. Wouldn't any reasonable person be willing to go ,"Oh, what the hell? How hard would it be to give this woman my business name? Heck, it MIGHT help her find my order, and I can get my stuff and be on my way." But no, that would take a least a rudimentary brain stem, like, say, what a primitive fish or insect might have.
The chick never did give me her business name. She told me what the order consisted of, and several people STOPPED WHAT THEY WERE DOING to help me tear the store apart looking for this dumbass's order. They found it after about 10 or 15 minutes.
Can you guess what name it was under, boys and girls? Say it with me, now.
I held up the envelope in her face and said, kind of loudly so that all the people behind her in line could hear, the name of her business. Then I slapped the envelope down on the counter in front of her.
I don't know what band of angels and guardian spirits held onto my arm and kept me from whacking her in the head with her order. I was pissed.
Did she apologize? Any of you betting men?
I AM the evil bastard!
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