Have I mentioned lately how much I hate passport photo customers? It's always pulling teeth to get their information so I can put their order into our system properly.
Quick background: For any photo order, I must get your phone number (and first/last name if you're not already in the system). There are many reasons why we do this. We may need to call you to get more information about your order (most notably, when my staff does something weird to your order and leaves me a cryptic note, so I have to call you to figure out what the hell happened). We might need to send you a reminder in case you forget to pick up your orders. We might want to get in touch with you if you need information from us regarding a service or past order.
We don't sell your information, nor do we ever use your information for marketing purposes. Although I can understand why some people would be paranoid.
Passport photo customers are the worst, though, because they don't really receive any of the aforementioned benefits (because five minutes later, they're paid and out the door, most likely forever), and they are deathly afraid that we will abuse their contact info.
To soothe (or at least viciously defeat in armed combat) their fears, I launch into my standard phone number speech, which goes as follows:
"It's a legal thing. The law originally began with film orders; since we have to return your property to you, we are required to acquire a reliable way to contact you. A few years ago, they extended the law to include intellectual property as well. It's not a marketing thing; we don't call it, but I still have to get it from you."
Works like a charm. Total BS, but as if the customers know any better.
Until the other day, when I got a real charmer.
Me: "I'll have your photo out in about 2 minutes, and in the meantime, I just need to get some info from you. I need your phone number real quick."
SC: (suspicious glare) "Why do you need my phone number?"
Me: (launches into standard phone number speech)
SC: "Are you serious?"
Me: (inward groan) "Yup."
SC: "That's stupid. I shouldn't have to give you my phone number."
Me: (I was right about to let it go up until he said that) "(shrugs) We can't continue until I get your phone number. It's not for marketing; we won't sell it, and we won't call it, but I still have to get it from you."
SC: "So I can just give you any random number and say that it's mine, right?"
Me: "Just give me your phone number."
SC: "No, really. I could just tell you any old number, and you would have to take that."
Me: "Just give me your phone number."
SC: "Ok. My number is (###) 456-1234."
Me: (Again, if he hadn't made such a big freaking deal about this, I might have let it go) "Cute. What's your REAL number?"
SC: (horrified expression) "That IS my phone number!"
Me: (gives "I wasn't born yesterday, you know," kind of look)
SC: "That is my real phone number."
And at this point, I've had enough. Plus, we don't REALLY need his info and I could get in trouble for making such a big deal out of this. I put in his "real" number and get on with it.
SC: "That's a ridiculous policy. You shouldn't do that."
Me: "(shrugs) Just trying to stay in compliance with the law."
SC: "That's not a law. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
Me: ""
This goes on for a few more minutes as I print and cut his photo. He pays and leaves and GOOD RIDDANCE!
Sheesh! It's your phone number! AND WE DON'T CALL IT! It's not like I'm asking for a list of your childhood fears!
Quick background: For any photo order, I must get your phone number (and first/last name if you're not already in the system). There are many reasons why we do this. We may need to call you to get more information about your order (most notably, when my staff does something weird to your order and leaves me a cryptic note, so I have to call you to figure out what the hell happened). We might need to send you a reminder in case you forget to pick up your orders. We might want to get in touch with you if you need information from us regarding a service or past order.
We don't sell your information, nor do we ever use your information for marketing purposes. Although I can understand why some people would be paranoid.
Passport photo customers are the worst, though, because they don't really receive any of the aforementioned benefits (because five minutes later, they're paid and out the door, most likely forever), and they are deathly afraid that we will abuse their contact info.
To soothe (or at least viciously defeat in armed combat) their fears, I launch into my standard phone number speech, which goes as follows:
"It's a legal thing. The law originally began with film orders; since we have to return your property to you, we are required to acquire a reliable way to contact you. A few years ago, they extended the law to include intellectual property as well. It's not a marketing thing; we don't call it, but I still have to get it from you."
Works like a charm. Total BS, but as if the customers know any better.
Until the other day, when I got a real charmer.
Me: "I'll have your photo out in about 2 minutes, and in the meantime, I just need to get some info from you. I need your phone number real quick."
SC: (suspicious glare) "Why do you need my phone number?"
Me: (launches into standard phone number speech)
SC: "Are you serious?"
Me: (inward groan) "Yup."
SC: "That's stupid. I shouldn't have to give you my phone number."
Me: (I was right about to let it go up until he said that) "(shrugs) We can't continue until I get your phone number. It's not for marketing; we won't sell it, and we won't call it, but I still have to get it from you."
SC: "So I can just give you any random number and say that it's mine, right?"
Me: "Just give me your phone number."
SC: "No, really. I could just tell you any old number, and you would have to take that."
Me: "Just give me your phone number."
SC: "Ok. My number is (###) 456-1234."
Me: (Again, if he hadn't made such a big freaking deal about this, I might have let it go) "Cute. What's your REAL number?"
SC: (horrified expression) "That IS my phone number!"
Me: (gives "I wasn't born yesterday, you know," kind of look)
SC: "That is my real phone number."
And at this point, I've had enough. Plus, we don't REALLY need his info and I could get in trouble for making such a big deal out of this. I put in his "real" number and get on with it.
SC: "That's a ridiculous policy. You shouldn't do that."
Me: "(shrugs) Just trying to stay in compliance with the law."
SC: "That's not a law. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
Me: ""
This goes on for a few more minutes as I print and cut his photo. He pays and leaves and GOOD RIDDANCE!
Sheesh! It's your phone number! AND WE DON'T CALL IT! It's not like I'm asking for a list of your childhood fears!
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