Stop Harassing my Coworkers

[joe hx]

Background to the story:

Something was wrong with this guys order. He called back several times. No matter who he talked to, he preferred yelling and cussing as opposed to letting us know what the problem was... He cussed the managers out and upset one of my female coworkers (who yelled at him saying "I don't get paid to be treated like this!")

Then I finally answered...

SC: **Begins cussing and yelling**
Me: Sir, as far as I know, you've been harassing my coworkers. We no longer want your business. Please, do not call back... Ever. Thank you and goodbye. **Hangs up**

Other stories:

One guy called to place an order. When I asked him his address, he had to go outside to check.

At late night, we do not do carryouts or pickups. We will, however, deliver to your car in the parking lot. Two girls (decently looking, dare I say hot) come up to the front door. I tell them (by saying through the class and making that telephone sign with your hand) they need to call. They call, and when paying they can't figure out their credit card number. So I break the rules by opening the door to get the card (turns out they didn't see the four digits on top of the hologram). One of the managers makes a sarcastic comment: "You can't open the door after ten unless there's a hot chick!"

Um I'm sure there's more but my memory isn't as great as the infamous Gravekeeper...

[Soulstealer]

Um I'm sure there's more but my memory isn't as great as the infamous Gravekeeper...

He writes it down.

[dalesys]

Um I'm sure there's more but my memory isn't as great as the infamous Gravekeeper...

He writes it down.

I suspect he actually chews notes on his arms...

[Plaidman]

Um I'm sure there's more but my memory isn't as great as the infamous Gravekeeper...

He writes it down.

I suspect he actually chews notes on his arms...

No. After every call, a small part of his soul dies. He takes that part of his soul, and uses the memory in a dark ritual on the dark stormy night to send it to the computer, thus perserving him in a dark, evil, computer mega villain that will one day purge the universe of all stupidity. I for one welcome our new dark overlord.

[JustaCashier]

One guy called to place an order. When I asked him his address, he had to go outside to check.

I had to do something like that one time several years ago.

I was at a buddy's place. We'd been running around earlier in the day, and since I was driving, I didn't get as early of a start on drinking as he did.

Consequently, as we finally got back to his place, about the time I've had a couple beers or so, and maybe a couple shots of whiskey, he'd already had several of both throughout the afternoon, and it was nappy time for him.

So, being hungry, I decided to order the pizza we'd talked about earlier. Problem was, I didn't know the address. Don't even remember if I knew the name of the road back then. Don't recall exactly how I found the address, but seem to have recollections of both going outside to look on the house, and looking it up in the White Pages. Perhaps I did the latter after realizing I didn't know the street name.

Now, this place was on a small lake, but there were several homes along either side of it. It seemed kind of remote to me, so I was a bit surprised when they indicated the driver should be able to find it okay. He did, and in a reasonable amount of time, I was enjoying my pizza, and more beer!

Mike