Haven't posted in a long time. I had an interesting customer today while I was at the service desk.

Phone rings.
Me: Thanks for calling (grocery store), this is Buzzy, how may I help you?
SC: Yea, I bought some salmon from your store and it tastes awful! I buy stuff from your store all the time and I never keep the reciepts so I don't have it anymore, but I bought it there and it's AWFUL! It's GROSS!
Me: I'm sorry to hear that, if you bring it in you can get a store credit since you dont have the reciept, or a replacement.
SC: OK. See, I went to cook it earlier and when I realized how gross it was I looked at the package and it said caught in the USA! If I had known where it was caught when I bought it, I wouldn't have gotten it! I wanted the wild-caught Alaskan salmon!
(ok, since when is Alaska not part of the United States? I felt like mentioning that to her, but she was already pissy and that would just make me come across as a snob)
Me: Is the salmon you bought pre-frozen or fresh from the meat department?
SC: Meat department.
Me: Would you like to talk to them and tell them what happened?
(Apparently this offended her...)
SC: (Suddenly more condescending to me) Excuse me, but I believe that's YOUR job to do! You're supposed to be HELPING the CUSTOMER, not the other way around!
(????)
Me: Well, ma'am, when a customer has a complaint about a product from a certain dept., that dept. prefers to hear it from the customer themselves rather than another employee. (it's true, they just kinda brush it off when we tell them) I will pass the message along to them, though.
SC: So aren't you going to be able to do anything for me? Am I stuck here with $20 worth of salmon that tastes awful?!?!
(Bitch, did you not hear me say earlier that you can come in and GET A REPLACEMENT OR A STORE CREDIT???)
Me: We can help you, you can come in and get a store credit or replacement, ma'am.
SC: Oh my god. What's your name? SPELL IT OUT FOR ME.
Me: (whaaa?) B-U-Z-Z-Y...
SC: Are you going to be there in about an hour when I get there?
Me: Yes, I am.
SC: You better be! *click*
I didn't know why she got so pissy about that, I mean, most people when they get something nasty they just, y'know, bring it back and get it taken care of, and don't bitch like that. I also don't know why she needed my name so badly. I began to wonder if she was going to come in and complain that I was "unhelpful" even though I didn't do anything wrong, and I told her straight up that we could get her some kind of reinbursement for the bad fish.
I warned the meat department, the other people working at customer service, and the manager. They agreed that I did nothing wrong and all would take my side if she did complain about whatever I did that pissed her off.
OK, so I worried, worried, and worried some more. I was for sure that she would come storming in and whine bitch and complain about me. And I wanted to wait for her to come in before I went on break, but after almost 2 hours (about an hour, my ass!), I gave up and went on break. Aaaaaaaand, she came in while I was away. She apparently didn't throw a fit, just asked for me, they said I was on break, she said she called about the salmon, and accepted her store credit, and left.
10 bucks if I had been up at the service desk she'd have ripped me a new one. I just wonder why she needed my name so badly...

Phone rings.
Me: Thanks for calling (grocery store), this is Buzzy, how may I help you?
SC: Yea, I bought some salmon from your store and it tastes awful! I buy stuff from your store all the time and I never keep the reciepts so I don't have it anymore, but I bought it there and it's AWFUL! It's GROSS!
Me: I'm sorry to hear that, if you bring it in you can get a store credit since you dont have the reciept, or a replacement.
SC: OK. See, I went to cook it earlier and when I realized how gross it was I looked at the package and it said caught in the USA! If I had known where it was caught when I bought it, I wouldn't have gotten it! I wanted the wild-caught Alaskan salmon!
(ok, since when is Alaska not part of the United States? I felt like mentioning that to her, but she was already pissy and that would just make me come across as a snob)
Me: Is the salmon you bought pre-frozen or fresh from the meat department?
SC: Meat department.
Me: Would you like to talk to them and tell them what happened?
(Apparently this offended her...)
SC: (Suddenly more condescending to me) Excuse me, but I believe that's YOUR job to do! You're supposed to be HELPING the CUSTOMER, not the other way around!
(????)
Me: Well, ma'am, when a customer has a complaint about a product from a certain dept., that dept. prefers to hear it from the customer themselves rather than another employee. (it's true, they just kinda brush it off when we tell them) I will pass the message along to them, though.
SC: So aren't you going to be able to do anything for me? Am I stuck here with $20 worth of salmon that tastes awful?!?!
(Bitch, did you not hear me say earlier that you can come in and GET A REPLACEMENT OR A STORE CREDIT???)
Me: We can help you, you can come in and get a store credit or replacement, ma'am.
SC: Oh my god. What's your name? SPELL IT OUT FOR ME.
Me: (whaaa?) B-U-Z-Z-Y...
SC: Are you going to be there in about an hour when I get there?
Me: Yes, I am.
SC: You better be! *click*
I didn't know why she got so pissy about that, I mean, most people when they get something nasty they just, y'know, bring it back and get it taken care of, and don't bitch like that. I also don't know why she needed my name so badly. I began to wonder if she was going to come in and complain that I was "unhelpful" even though I didn't do anything wrong, and I told her straight up that we could get her some kind of reinbursement for the bad fish.
I warned the meat department, the other people working at customer service, and the manager. They agreed that I did nothing wrong and all would take my side if she did complain about whatever I did that pissed her off.
OK, so I worried, worried, and worried some more. I was for sure that she would come storming in and whine bitch and complain about me. And I wanted to wait for her to come in before I went on break, but after almost 2 hours (about an hour, my ass!), I gave up and went on break. Aaaaaaaand, she came in while I was away. She apparently didn't throw a fit, just asked for me, they said I was on break, she said she called about the salmon, and accepted her store credit, and left.
10 bucks if I had been up at the service desk she'd have ripped me a new one. I just wonder why she needed my name so badly...
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