Oy. Finally crawling out from my Happy New-Beer celebration, and am bobarded with assorted assclowns and fuckwads bitching about their insurance policies. Yes, Mr. Customer, I had a great holiday, no thanks to you. Got this little gem of a call, today:
Me: Hi!
SC: You-Know-Who
Me: Thank you for calling blah-blah-blah. This is Wade, how can I help you?
SC: Yeah, I had a question about my bill.
Me: Okay, do you have a copy in front of you so we can review it together?
SC: Yes, but I don't read or write English.

So, this moron has automobile insurance, which means she's out on the road DRIVING, but can't read or write English? What's even worse, she had absolutely no accent or other indicator she was from another country where English wouldn't be her primary language. Thus, this customer, nearing retirement age, has skated through life completely, functionally illiterate.
I guess the customer is always right. Unless it's this one, then she's always "rite."
Me: Hi!

SC: You-Know-Who

Me: Thank you for calling blah-blah-blah. This is Wade, how can I help you?
SC: Yeah, I had a question about my bill.
Me: Okay, do you have a copy in front of you so we can review it together?
SC: Yes, but I don't read or write English.

So, this moron has automobile insurance, which means she's out on the road DRIVING, but can't read or write English? What's even worse, she had absolutely no accent or other indicator she was from another country where English wouldn't be her primary language. Thus, this customer, nearing retirement age, has skated through life completely, functionally illiterate.
I guess the customer is always right. Unless it's this one, then she's always "rite."
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