It’s a world of heartache and sorrow and, above all, a world of poor customer service, as Dan Antion observed yesterday.
Well, in Corydon, when all else fails, you can call Live Wire.
I’ve Got A Complaint
by Anonymous Caller
I got to the store
in time to pick up
a lottery ticket.
I stood there
for several minutes
before 10.
Five people looked around,
saw me,
did not say a word.
Then,
after 10,
here comes somebody
that could go and do
the register for tickets,
and I’m informed
they can’t sell them
because it’s
after
10.
I accept that.
But,
if one of the personnel
would have told me
no one was there
to check them out,
I could
have went
elsewhere.
~*~
GOD, life just makes you want to weep, doesn’t it?
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about a delish fish dish.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What would your main character have done in this situation, or in the situation Dan Antion detailed in his post?
MA
Alana
January 12, 2016 at 4:47pmHow universal the condition of bad customer service is. Ask anyone living on our planet, and most will have a horror story that will curl hair and make warts vanish. Your particular story is so universal. If this had happened in my native New York City, it would not have had a peaceful ending.
Marian Allen
January 12, 2016 at 6:08pmPlease understand that this story is not MINE, I just found it in the paper. 😀
Yeah, I can’t imagine a clerk in NYC getting by with that nonsense.
Holly
January 12, 2016 at 12:26pmAnd invested the $5 in grammar lessons.
*snark* But second chances abound. That guy’s gonna win it tomorrow.
Marian Allen
January 12, 2016 at 4:04pmAnd then he’ll be all, “I could have won it the other day, if they’d a give me a chance to buy a ticket.”
Holly Jahangiri
January 12, 2016 at 5:11pmAt least he’s consistent.
Jane
January 12, 2016 at 9:47amWonderful?
How do I behave? I just go nutsy ballistic. Well, depending. Some things are only worth taking a deep breath and soldiering on. Others? I really cannot stand stupid. It makes me rude.
OK. I’m over it.
Marian Allen
January 12, 2016 at 10:21amheh. I have more patience with stupid than I do with pettiness and discourtesy. There’s no cure for stupid, but a haughty look and a chilly, “ExCUSE me?” is often like penicillin for bad service. Not for wait staff, though. Always let wait staff get away with anything. They carry your food. Yeah, I’ve seen FIGHT CLUB.
Dan
January 12, 2016 at 7:49amThanks for the mention. This reminds me of the commercial with the guy at the bank. The teller motions for him to wait a minute, then at 4:00, slides his window closed. It also makes me think about the places that say they are open until a certain time, but start cleaning up way before that and won’t serve you because they’ve already cleaned the thing you want them to use.
Marian Allen
January 12, 2016 at 8:53amOr some old sitcom that ran about five episodes that was set in a government office. The receptionist answers the phone and her side of the conversation goes, “It’s not my job to answer that question. … It’s not my job to tell you who can answer that question. … It’s not my job to connect you with somebody else. … IT’S MY JOB TO ANSWER THE PHONE!”