Hello everyone! This is my first 'real' post so I thought I'd keep it simple.
Background: I work at a large chain bookstore (both the chain and the bookstore itself, actually) on the east coast that likes the color green. Because I tend to get along well with people I'm usually at the info. desk, greeting customers and answering phones. One of my 'gets-along-well-with-people' characteristics is that when pressed by an annoying/annoyed customer and/or insulted outright, I go into ueber-polite smiley mode rather than punk-step-off mode. So.
On to today's two tales of terror and titillation.
Short and... Stupid
Me: guess who?
SC: crazy guy on phone
(thoughts/actions)
Phone rings
Me: Thank you for calling Store, this is 4love, how can I help you?
SC: I think all you people at Store are terrorists!
Me:
Ah... I'm sorry you feel that way sir, would you like...
SC: (slams down phone)
Me: ...to speak to... huh.
I actually was going to try and transfer him to a manager, too. They need a good laugh now and then.
I'm a robot?
Me: still here
SC: crazy lady in store
(still thoughts and actions)
SC: (stomps up to desk) It's ridiculous that you have to pay for membership here! *Other store* doesn't charge! Rabble rabble rabble *list of random complaints*!
Me: (pastes Sympathetic Smile (TM) firmly in place) I sure am sorry to hear you feel that way, ma'am. Would you like me to call a manager over so you can make a formal complaint?
SC: Well you're just a robot aren't you! (stomps off)
Me: (snicker)
They know! Abort mechanized takeover plan! Abort! Abort!
That's it for now. There'll be more later though, never fear.
Background: I work at a large chain bookstore (both the chain and the bookstore itself, actually) on the east coast that likes the color green. Because I tend to get along well with people I'm usually at the info. desk, greeting customers and answering phones. One of my 'gets-along-well-with-people' characteristics is that when pressed by an annoying/annoyed customer and/or insulted outright, I go into ueber-polite smiley mode rather than punk-step-off mode. So.
On to today's two tales of terror and titillation.
Short and... Stupid
Me: guess who?
SC: crazy guy on phone
(thoughts/actions)
Phone rings
Me: Thank you for calling Store, this is 4love, how can I help you?
SC: I think all you people at Store are terrorists!
Me:


SC: (slams down phone)
Me: ...to speak to... huh.

I actually was going to try and transfer him to a manager, too. They need a good laugh now and then.
I'm a robot?
Me: still here
SC: crazy lady in store
(still thoughts and actions)
SC: (stomps up to desk) It's ridiculous that you have to pay for membership here! *Other store* doesn't charge! Rabble rabble rabble *list of random complaints*!
Me: (pastes Sympathetic Smile (TM) firmly in place) I sure am sorry to hear you feel that way, ma'am. Would you like me to call a manager over so you can make a formal complaint?
SC: Well you're just a robot aren't you! (stomps off)
Me: (snicker)
They know! Abort mechanized takeover plan! Abort! Abort!

That's it for now. There'll be more later though, never fear.
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