I can't hear how pathetic your social life is.
Not exactly an original title. I had inspiration. These happened last night. I needed some time to cool down before I posted them. They happened close to the start of my shift, so they really set my mood the rest of the night.
The "special" card gets a little more "special".
I'm taking a call setting up a reservation for Sunday night. It seemed normal enough, even with the occasional TMI. I work in a hotel, so I can't automatically dismiss this as a prank call. He does seem to ask a lot about our suites, and though it sounds like it's not what he's looking for, he gets it anyway, but suggests he might have better luck on the Sleazy street in the next story. We finally get to the CC info.
SC: Do you take American Express?
Me: Yes
SC: It's everywhere you need to be.
I'm so glad you remember slogans. You're soooo original.
Me: What's the card number?
SC: *** *** *** ***
I type that in knowing it's too short of a number. Ya, I broke it up by 3's because that's how the SC read it off to me. For some odd reason, the computer accepted it as valid.
Me: What's the name on the card.
SC: *something something* C-U-I-F
Me: I'm sorry I can't take a card that doesn't match the name on the reservation. (lie)
Moron can't even spell "queaf" correctly.
Not riding on sleazy street
In my city, there's one street that's known for the um...street venders. Though it's a long street, the way the SC asked if we were located there, made it sound pranky. My intuition was later confirmed.
SC: Are you guys off of Sleazy street?
Me: I'm sorry we're not.
SC: But my wife made a reservation with you guys.
Me: Ok what's your last name?
SC: A-S-S-W-I-P-E (not the real last name)
Me: I'm sorry nothing's coming up. Do you have a confirmation number?
SC: I don't know what that is.
*facepalm*
SC: So I assume not.
Me: Would you like to go ahead and set up a reservation?
SC: Sure.
I confirm the dates.
Me: What's your last name?
SC: Wow seriously?
Me: Ya, what's your last name?
SC: Are you fucking with me?
Me: Please do not swear at me.
SC: I'm sorry.
Me: What's your last name?
SC: Are you kidding me?
Me: It seems I cannot help you this evening. Have a good night. *click*
Not exactly an original title. I had inspiration. These happened last night. I needed some time to cool down before I posted them. They happened close to the start of my shift, so they really set my mood the rest of the night.
The "special" card gets a little more "special".
I'm taking a call setting up a reservation for Sunday night. It seemed normal enough, even with the occasional TMI. I work in a hotel, so I can't automatically dismiss this as a prank call. He does seem to ask a lot about our suites, and though it sounds like it's not what he's looking for, he gets it anyway, but suggests he might have better luck on the Sleazy street in the next story. We finally get to the CC info.
SC: Do you take American Express?
Me: Yes
SC: It's everywhere you need to be.
I'm so glad you remember slogans. You're soooo original.
Me: What's the card number?
SC: *** *** *** ***
I type that in knowing it's too short of a number. Ya, I broke it up by 3's because that's how the SC read it off to me. For some odd reason, the computer accepted it as valid.
Me: What's the name on the card.
SC: *something something* C-U-I-F
Me: I'm sorry I can't take a card that doesn't match the name on the reservation. (lie)
Moron can't even spell "queaf" correctly.
Not riding on sleazy street
In my city, there's one street that's known for the um...street venders. Though it's a long street, the way the SC asked if we were located there, made it sound pranky. My intuition was later confirmed.
SC: Are you guys off of Sleazy street?
Me: I'm sorry we're not.
SC: But my wife made a reservation with you guys.
Me: Ok what's your last name?
SC: A-S-S-W-I-P-E (not the real last name)
Me: I'm sorry nothing's coming up. Do you have a confirmation number?
SC: I don't know what that is.
*facepalm*
SC: So I assume not.
Me: Would you like to go ahead and set up a reservation?
SC: Sure.
I confirm the dates.
Me: What's your last name?
SC: Wow seriously?
Me: Ya, what's your last name?
SC: Are you fucking with me?
Me: Please do not swear at me.
SC: I'm sorry.
Me: What's your last name?
SC: Are you kidding me?
Me: It seems I cannot help you this evening. Have a good night. *click*
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