Out of gas, out of manners, out of luck baby....

[Argabarga]

So, guy’s motor club calls, tells us that he has run out of gas and needs someone to bring him more. He’s currently at the corner of “A” and “B” streets in town.

Uh oh, if his last name isn’t “Heisenburg” then we have a problem, because those two streets do not cross, they run parallel with each other for about 5 miles, but never the twain shall meet.

We ask the motor club dispatcher if they’re sure about that address, they are, we tell them the problem and ask if they can call him back and get more info, they inform us he refused to leave a callback number, and the one they have on file for him is his home phone that no one answers.

We tell them we can’t do the call until we know where he is.

15 minutes later, the motor club calls back, he INSISTS he’s at the corner of “A” and “B”. We again tell them that it’s impossible, and ask them to get a callback number for us, they inform us he is refusing to do so. A driver volunteers to quick run down to the point where “A” and “B” are closest to crossing, and separated by only a short alley to see if that’s where this guy is, surprise, he isn’t.

30 minutes after the initial call, motor club calls back, customer still wants his gas, still wants it delivered, claims he’s been waiting for several presidential administrations and still hasn’t received it. Is STILL insistent that he’s at the corner of “A” and “B”. Has he left a callback number? Of course not, he just yells and hangs up. We tell the motor club we’ve actually gone out and tried to find him, but he simply isn’t where he says he is, as a last ditch effort we tell them to give him the number for one of our driver’s cellphones, and next time he calls, give that to him, then maybe, just maybe, we can talk to him and find out where he’s really at.

45 minutes after the initial call the driver’s cell rings, guess who? First words out of his mouth, “When are you fu*king retards going to get here with my fu*king gas?” The driver tells him “Never, Sir, we aren’t going to do this call if that’s how you’re going to treat us, have a nice day” and hangs up. Driver calls the motor club back, explains what happened, motor club decides they’ve had it with the customer, they’re going to suspend his privileges. Oh, and since we tried to help, we got paid for the call too.

Wonder if that guy is still out there waiting for gas? Never did find out where he was.

[IT Grunt]

A lesson learned. If one is in great peril and desires help, then one should not mis-treat those who may be your salvation.

[Calud]

A tip of my hat to the driver.

[JoitheArtist]

Uh oh, if his last name isn’t “Heisenburg” then we have a problem, because those two streets do not cross, they run parallel with each other for about 5 miles, but never the twain shall meet.

Uncertainty principle reference FTW!

[Imogene]

Uncertainty principle reference FTW!

Not fair! You changed the results by measuring them!

[Bright_Star]

Never piss off the people who will help you out if you're ever out of gas & are in the middle of nowhere. Better get your hiking boots on cause it's a LONG walk home, baby...lol.

[Geek King]

Not fair! You changed the results by measuring them!

Not if the measurements are subject to the same uncertainty. You've only quantified the results on an unrealiable scale that may change in the future.

[QASlave]

Why do these people not realize that they are screaming at people who control their destiny? (For the moment anyway.)

Civility has died in this country and we are all the worse for it.

[LillFilly]

That has restored some of my faith that there are still backbones in this world!

I wonder how he got that intersection in his head in the first place?

[tropicsgoddess]

I have to the driver on that and give him a drink or two on me.

[dalesys]

Many years ago Marriot Hotels had a billboard west of Salt Lake on I80 that said:

"Visit our new hotel on Temple Street."

1> There are (3) Temple Streets in Salt Lake: North Temple & South Temple, which are parallel E-W 1/6 mile apart, and West Temple which crosses both of them going N-S.

2> The Marriots have strong Utah ties. I guess they didn't proofread the ad copy.

[Imogene]

Not if the measurements are subject to the same uncertainty. You've only quantified the results on an unrealiable scale that may change in the future.

*head tilt* Hmm... that's farther than I ever got in physics, but I was quoting Futurama...

[friendofjimmyk]

I am all too familar with calls such as these. Members are insisting they KNOW where they are but it's just not possible and then, to top it off, they will NOT give you a phone number.

I love the ones that are in front of a business that is currently open but will absolutely refuse to look for an address on the building or go inside and ask for an address. They are the ones that need service. Even in all our infinite roadside wisdom we do not have a crystal ball that magically tells us where you are. If you keep insisting on telling us you are somewhere that makes no sense...you will wait, and wait, and wait, and wait for service until you pull your head out of your ass!

Kudos to that motor club for suspending his membership for abuse. I thought maybe it was the one I work for...however, this situation was not abusive enough for my company to suspend a membership. I think if the member would've sacraficed a small animal to place a voodoo curse on your station...then MAYBE my company would've suspended him.

[mikoyan29]

Why do these people not realize that they are screaming at people who control their destiny? (For the moment anyway.)

Civility has died in this country and we are all the worse for it.

It's even better when they are screaming at someone who control their destiny and it's not that person's fault that they are in the situation in first place.

How the hell do you run out of gas anyway? I mean it's not like you have to take a dipstick to the tank to figure out how much gas you have left....there's this little thing called a gas gauge. Hell, most modern cars start yelling at you when you get to a certain level.....

[Andara Bledin]

My favorite mis-direction story is actually about my grandmother. She wasn't an SC at all, but the story is really funny.

She got a flat tire and called my mother (or my aunt; they own a business, so they spend a lot of time together) for get help getting it changed. She told them that she was stuck in the parking lot of what sounded like "the Skoa Stoa," as she had a thick down east accent.

So, after two hours of my mom & aunt being unable to locate what they thought was "the Score Store" my grandma caled back and they had her spell it. Turns out the place was called "the Skoa Store."

^-.-^