They should put that on this SC's tombstone.
So it was the January sales, right after Christmas, and moi here had drawn the short straw and was working on the refunds desk. It was half way through the morning, and so far, so normal. We had the woman trying to keep the fancy padded hanger and not realising that the till knew it was a three part set. We had the customer insisting that we should refund the cheeseboard as the cheese had gone rancid and melting. Of course it didn't help her case that she mentioned that it was a present from her friend who had not told her what it was, so she put it under the Christmas tree. Lights, central heating, action...
Then up walks the SC of the day. I knew he would be trouble as soon as I saw him. You get a knack for spotting the awkward ones. But nevertheless, I was my usual smiley and professional self. SC wanted a refund on his trousers. So far, so fine and dandy. He then proceeded to whinge (and I do mean whinge) about not being able to order a different size. The reason he couldn't was to do with the order points being down, and that was for a reason too, but that escapes me. I explained all that, was apologetic, and we moved on to the refund.
So I pick up the receipt. Credit card payment. I ask him if he has the card (obviously it might not have been a present, so it wasn't stupid of me to ask). He first of all says "It was a present" in that 'you're an idiot' tone. But cash is fine.
Uh oh.
I explained to him that he could not have cash, but that I could give him credit vouchers. This, you would have thought, should not be too much of a problem as he was wanting to buy another pair the same price anyway.
This is where it gets interesting:
SC: That's no good to me.
Me: (does the apology/explanation of policy thing)
SC: But that's no good to me.
Me: You also have the option of taking the trousers away with you, and exchanging them when you get the new pair.
SC: That's no good to me.
So I get the supervisor to deal with him. She goes through it all, repeating policy, apologising etc.
SC: That's no good to me.
And this goes on for a while.
We then suggest taking his name and phone number, plus details of replacement trousers, so we could order for him when the ordering point was back up, and then call him when the trousers were in.
SC: I don't give out my phone number.
Eventually he got so mad, he walked out without his trousers. We tried to go after him, but he disappeared. Never did find out what happened.
So it was the January sales, right after Christmas, and moi here had drawn the short straw and was working on the refunds desk. It was half way through the morning, and so far, so normal. We had the woman trying to keep the fancy padded hanger and not realising that the till knew it was a three part set. We had the customer insisting that we should refund the cheeseboard as the cheese had gone rancid and melting. Of course it didn't help her case that she mentioned that it was a present from her friend who had not told her what it was, so she put it under the Christmas tree. Lights, central heating, action...
Then up walks the SC of the day. I knew he would be trouble as soon as I saw him. You get a knack for spotting the awkward ones. But nevertheless, I was my usual smiley and professional self. SC wanted a refund on his trousers. So far, so fine and dandy. He then proceeded to whinge (and I do mean whinge) about not being able to order a different size. The reason he couldn't was to do with the order points being down, and that was for a reason too, but that escapes me. I explained all that, was apologetic, and we moved on to the refund.
So I pick up the receipt. Credit card payment. I ask him if he has the card (obviously it might not have been a present, so it wasn't stupid of me to ask). He first of all says "It was a present" in that 'you're an idiot' tone. But cash is fine.
Uh oh.
I explained to him that he could not have cash, but that I could give him credit vouchers. This, you would have thought, should not be too much of a problem as he was wanting to buy another pair the same price anyway.
This is where it gets interesting:
SC: That's no good to me.
Me: (does the apology/explanation of policy thing)
SC: But that's no good to me.
Me: You also have the option of taking the trousers away with you, and exchanging them when you get the new pair.
SC: That's no good to me.
So I get the supervisor to deal with him. She goes through it all, repeating policy, apologising etc.
SC: That's no good to me.
And this goes on for a while.
We then suggest taking his name and phone number, plus details of replacement trousers, so we could order for him when the ordering point was back up, and then call him when the trousers were in.
SC: I don't give out my phone number.
Eventually he got so mad, he walked out without his trousers. We tried to go after him, but he disappeared. Never did find out what happened.
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