Hi all!
Long time lurker... you know the drill. I'll keep the intro simple: I live in a little-big city on the east coast & handle ticketing for a really awesome stage-play theater. Despite minor customer suckage, I actually love my job.
My first story is from previous employment, where I handled ticketing for a large company of arts organizations. The call was for our "Broadway" series - touring companies would come in to do the big ticket musicals... like "Wicked."
SC: Lady NotSoBright on a cell phone
ME: Fabulously over-qualified CSR
Me: (Opening spiel) How may I-
SC: -You sold my husband the wrong tickets for Wicked and you need to fix this now!
Me: (And so it begins) Okay... Let me look up your information so I can find out how to help.
SC: My name is ____, and you people are horrible for screwing this up!
Me...) Zip code?
SC: I can't believe you would do this! He went to the main website and everything! Zip is ___. Incompetant*grumble* ignorant*mutter*
blah blah blah...
I eventually pull up an online order, as in done on the Internet, with no interaction from anyone in the call center. It was placed about two months before and tickets were mailed that day. Again, no human interaction til today...
Me: Okay, so I see an online order for today's matinee performance-
SC: I'm at the theater and they won't accept my tickets. What is wrong with your company?
Me: Ma'am, the order is definitely for today. What do your tickets say?
SC: (grumble,grumble) Tickets say (our company, theater, ALL SALES ARE FINAL, Wicked the Muscial at 2 pm.
Me: ...Okay...
SC: And we're at the Gershwin now and they won't take them!
The Gershwin is in New York.
She's calling me ten minutes before the show starts.
In Philadelphia.
Me: Uhm, okay...
SC: I sent my husband online to buy tickets for New York and he screwed up. You have to fix this now.
Me: Uhm, well, Ma'am, we're not part of the same company. If he purchased tickets for our theater then the tickets are for our performances. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do...
SC: ... WHAT?!? @#$%^&*! This needs to be @#$%^&* fixed NOW! How @#$%^& imcompentant can your people be!! @#$%^!!!!!eleventy!!!one!!!!
I pulled up the website while she ranted. Of course, you chose which city you wanted, and you would go to the local theater's ticketing site. And the location information is everywhere. Every page. Every ticket. EVERYWHERE.
Me: *burning willpower to not laugh* Um, Ma'am, your husband couldn't have bought the tickets without being reminded several times that they were for the Philadelphia performance. The order was placed (several months before) and the tickets went out that day. How long ago did you receive your tickets?
SCcue whining) But we're Heeeeere! This was supposed to be our girl's day out & he took care of everything! Can't you call the Gershwin and make them take these???
Me: I'm afraid not - They're non-transferable & non-refundable(as you just read ya twit!). *trying to sound meek* How many weeks ago did they arrive?
SCover friends cursing in the background) What? I, um, a few weeks ago, I guess... but I didn't check them-why would I check them?!?
Me: (cue *Aww Shucks* voice) Gosh, well, I mean, we could have tried to do something had you contacted us a few weeks ago, but as you know all sales are final, and once the performance is over there's really nothing we can do...
SC: (Explaining to her friends) Ok. The people here have allowed us standing room seats until intermission so we can sort this out. We have to go. But I'm warning you, I will dispute this on my credit card the moment I get out of here.
Me: Okay, well I'm sorry I can't help you. (Yeah right!) Enjoy the show!
Did I mention the order was for box seats? At $150 a pop? And the company is really tough on post-performance whining, even to card companies...
I never did get to find out if they ever got their money back, but Gods, if I could have been a fly on the wall when she got home that night...
Long time lurker... you know the drill. I'll keep the intro simple: I live in a little-big city on the east coast & handle ticketing for a really awesome stage-play theater. Despite minor customer suckage, I actually love my job.
My first story is from previous employment, where I handled ticketing for a large company of arts organizations. The call was for our "Broadway" series - touring companies would come in to do the big ticket musicals... like "Wicked."
SC: Lady NotSoBright on a cell phone
ME: Fabulously over-qualified CSR
Me: (Opening spiel) How may I-
SC: -You sold my husband the wrong tickets for Wicked and you need to fix this now!
Me: (And so it begins) Okay... Let me look up your information so I can find out how to help.
SC: My name is ____, and you people are horrible for screwing this up!
Me...) Zip code?
SC: I can't believe you would do this! He went to the main website and everything! Zip is ___. Incompetant*grumble* ignorant*mutter*
blah blah blah...
I eventually pull up an online order, as in done on the Internet, with no interaction from anyone in the call center. It was placed about two months before and tickets were mailed that day. Again, no human interaction til today...
Me: Okay, so I see an online order for today's matinee performance-
SC: I'm at the theater and they won't accept my tickets. What is wrong with your company?
Me: Ma'am, the order is definitely for today. What do your tickets say?
SC: (grumble,grumble) Tickets say (our company, theater, ALL SALES ARE FINAL, Wicked the Muscial at 2 pm.
Me: ...Okay...
SC: And we're at the Gershwin now and they won't take them!
The Gershwin is in New York.
She's calling me ten minutes before the show starts.
In Philadelphia.
Me: Uhm, okay...
SC: I sent my husband online to buy tickets for New York and he screwed up. You have to fix this now.
Me: Uhm, well, Ma'am, we're not part of the same company. If he purchased tickets for our theater then the tickets are for our performances. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do...
SC: ... WHAT?!? @#$%^&*! This needs to be @#$%^&* fixed NOW! How @#$%^& imcompentant can your people be!! @#$%^!!!!!eleventy!!!one!!!!
I pulled up the website while she ranted. Of course, you chose which city you wanted, and you would go to the local theater's ticketing site. And the location information is everywhere. Every page. Every ticket. EVERYWHERE.
Me: *burning willpower to not laugh* Um, Ma'am, your husband couldn't have bought the tickets without being reminded several times that they were for the Philadelphia performance. The order was placed (several months before) and the tickets went out that day. How long ago did you receive your tickets?
SCcue whining) But we're Heeeeere! This was supposed to be our girl's day out & he took care of everything! Can't you call the Gershwin and make them take these???
Me: I'm afraid not - They're non-transferable & non-refundable(as you just read ya twit!). *trying to sound meek* How many weeks ago did they arrive?
SCover friends cursing in the background) What? I, um, a few weeks ago, I guess... but I didn't check them-why would I check them?!?
Me: (cue *Aww Shucks* voice) Gosh, well, I mean, we could have tried to do something had you contacted us a few weeks ago, but as you know all sales are final, and once the performance is over there's really nothing we can do...
SC: (Explaining to her friends) Ok. The people here have allowed us standing room seats until intermission so we can sort this out. We have to go. But I'm warning you, I will dispute this on my credit card the moment I get out of here.
Me: Okay, well I'm sorry I can't help you. (Yeah right!) Enjoy the show!
Did I mention the order was for box seats? At $150 a pop? And the company is really tough on post-performance whining, even to card companies...
I never did get to find out if they ever got their money back, but Gods, if I could have been a fly on the wall when she got home that night...
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