I work in a travel call-center. We take calls from agencies all over the US.
Me - Duh
SC - Of course
Me: "Thanks for calling (agency with specific word TRAVEL in its name), this is Peppergirl. How can I help you?"
SC: "Yeah, what time does THAT bus leave for the casino? "
Me:
"Ma'am, I think perhaps you have the wrong number. This is a travel agency"
SC: "Yeah, so what time does THE bus go to THE casino, then?"
Me: "Ma'am, I don't know what you mean."
SC: "Well, isn't this XYZ Travel???"
**It bears noting at this point that this is likely a small mom-and-pop agency in the middle of nowhere, and it's roughly 9pm on a Saturday night, so the odds of the agency being open would seem slim, TO ANYONE BESIDES AN SC, that is.
There is also a recording that each agency plays on the weekends and after hours, explaining that the office is closed, but if this is a TRAVEL EMERGENCY, please push 1 (or whatever number) to be transferred to our emergency travel center.
Me: "Well, we are the emergency after hours travel line for many agencies around the US, so I'd be happy to help you if I can get some details from you."
SC: (getting all snippy) "So you're not going to tell me what time that bus goes to the casino, then?"
Me: (having lost my patience at this point) "Ma'am, as I've explained. We are the EMERGENCY after hours travel office for many agencies around the country. So I'm sorry that I have NO idea WHAT bus going to WHAT casino in WHAT state you're referring to."
SC: "Well!" *click*
Now keep in mind, as a customer service 'professional', I can deal with stupidity and confusion. I can even deal with you if you're being a bit of a bitch. But the minute you cross into that dreaded domain of being stupid AND a bitch, all bets are off.
I was perfectly polite and patient with this woman, and would have probably forgone my professionalism and googled the info for her, if only she had acted like a civilized human.
She's probably still sitting there scratching her head, clicking her tongue inside her slack-jawed mouth, trying to figure out how she's going to find out what time THE bus goes to THE casino.
Me - Duh
SC - Of course
Me: "Thanks for calling (agency with specific word TRAVEL in its name), this is Peppergirl. How can I help you?"
SC: "Yeah, what time does THAT bus leave for the casino? "
Me:

SC: "Yeah, so what time does THE bus go to THE casino, then?"
Me: "Ma'am, I don't know what you mean."
SC: "Well, isn't this XYZ Travel???"
**It bears noting at this point that this is likely a small mom-and-pop agency in the middle of nowhere, and it's roughly 9pm on a Saturday night, so the odds of the agency being open would seem slim, TO ANYONE BESIDES AN SC, that is.

Me: "Well, we are the emergency after hours travel line for many agencies around the US, so I'd be happy to help you if I can get some details from you."
SC: (getting all snippy) "So you're not going to tell me what time that bus goes to the casino, then?"
Me: (having lost my patience at this point) "Ma'am, as I've explained. We are the EMERGENCY after hours travel office for many agencies around the country. So I'm sorry that I have NO idea WHAT bus going to WHAT casino in WHAT state you're referring to."
SC: "Well!" *click*
Now keep in mind, as a customer service 'professional', I can deal with stupidity and confusion. I can even deal with you if you're being a bit of a bitch. But the minute you cross into that dreaded domain of being stupid AND a bitch, all bets are off.
I was perfectly polite and patient with this woman, and would have probably forgone my professionalism and googled the info for her, if only she had acted like a civilized human.
She's probably still sitting there scratching her head, clicking her tongue inside her slack-jawed mouth, trying to figure out how she's going to find out what time THE bus goes to THE casino.

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