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Vindication!

Sometimes I am the horrible customer. Obviously I don’t mean to be, but here’s an example:

 

I dropped my car off at the oil change place at 4:30pm. I told the guy that I would “be back in a coupla hours” rather than hang around watching Fox News in the waiting area. What he didn’t tell me that “in a coupla hours” they would be closed – they close at 6. Honestly, I didn’t think to ask. I just thought I was letting them take their time rather than do a rush job.

So I’m out to eat with a friend, and this place keeps calling me. I can’t hear the messages they leave because their phone keeps breaking up. When I finally answer the phone, the lady on the other end is very upset. Apparently they closed at 6, and it is now almost 7. They need me to come get my car so they can go home (and so I can transport myself around). I apologize and tell her I’m on the way back right now. I pay my bill and walk out the door. Over the course of the 6-mile drive, the lady calls me three more times. I explain to her that I am in fact on my way, and there’s no way I can be there any faster. I apologize again.

When I get there, the lady is understandably upset. I apologize again and explain that I didn’t know what time they closed and nobody told me. It was an honest mistake. She yells at me about how I’m making her family wait for her and blah blah blah and THE HOURS ARE POSTED ON THE DOOR. She says it’s not her responsibility to tell me when they close. I can see her logic, but if someone tells me they’ll be back in a coupla hours and I’ll be closing soon, I make it a point to let them know. But that’s just me.

Anyway, I didn’t remember seeing the hours posted on the door, so I went over to look. Nope. Not a word (or number). Because the lady was being ever so pleasant, I took the trouble to show her that no, her argument against me was invalid. Yes, I should have asked when they closed, but there also needs to be some way of me getting that information without having to ask. I apologized yet again but I took a secret satisfaction in her being wrong.

too bad, so sad

A man brought in a motorcycle battery for an exchange because he bought the wrong one. He didn’t have his receipt, but luckily on the bigger sale items like that, we list it under the customer’s phone number. He didn’t even have the box it came in, but it was our store brand and on motorcyle batteries the box isn’t important.

When I looked up his receipt I had to check the calendar because he had come in exactly 14 days after he purchased it, meaning today was the last possible day to do that. When I mentioned it, he told me that the man that had originally helped him said he had 30 days.

“No he didn’t.” I said, pointing to the numerous places in the store (and on the receipt itself, which he didn’t have) where the return policy is stated in bold – 14 days. “Oh, well, I didn’t see those signs. But he definitely said 30 days.” I asked who had helped him, but of course he didn’t know. (“I didn’t ask for his name or anything!”) No. Why would you.

It turns out that the correct battery he needed hadn’t been filled and charged yet, and I told him so. He said “I can fill it at home” and I said “No, I really can’t sell you something that hasn’t been filled and charged, for warranty purposes.” He didn’t care about the warranty – he’s never had to bring anything back to this store (well, before today, of course) and can’t he just sign a waiver or something? Nope, sorry. The world doesn’t work like that.

Well if he didn’t just throw a fit. “This is already my second trip back here, and I live 30 minutes away! I called last week and they said they had this battery, so I said I’d be down that afternoon!”

So let me get this straight: You have to make a third trip down here because initially you bought the wrong thing. Then you waited until the last possible day to come back and return it, but you didn’t have the receipt or even the box it came in. You say you called last week to check stock. These less common batteries we don’t fill until they are paid for, so just seeing if we have it does not mean that it’s filled (and I know you would have been told it needed to be filled). Then, you said you would be by that day, which you weren’t. For all I know, they did prime a battery for you, but since you waited so long to come get it (and it hadn’t been paid for) they sold it to someone else. And I’m sorry that you live 30 minutes away. The next closest store of this type is an hour in either direction, so depending on  where your 30 minutes is, it might be 3 times that. But yes, you should probably demand to speak to my manager. Who isn’t here because it’s after 5pm.

When that didn’t work, he turned to one of my coworkers for help. That guy has been here less time than me, but he’s a man, so he probably knows best. But guess what? he said the exact same thing, because neither of us has the authority to change store policy, and to be honest, I wouldn’t anyway because you’re a jerk.

He eventually decided that he needed the new battery badly enough to warrant another trip (le sigh). I told him it would be ready tomorrow and his retort was that he “might swing by and get it next time he’s in town.” Dude, you’re the one that needed it soooo bad AND paid for it. Doesn’t affect me in the slighteset when you come back for it.

When I gave him his new receipt, he asked me to write my name on there “since we’re so interested in who helped him before.” I circled where my name is printed on the receipt, and reminded him that if he had his old receipt he would have seen who helped him then, too. “Oh and the reason I wanted to know who helped you before is that it seems they have given you some misinformation. If we know who it is, we can correct them so this doesn’t happen again.”

“Oh sure, because I’m just a big fat liar! I’m the biggest liar in the world!” In my head, I agreed with him, because he is. Out loud, well I didn’t actually say anything - just raised my eyebrows.

 

When I vented to my coworker about the encounter later, he said “some customers just need to be pampered.”
But I don’t WANT to pamper him! I want him to know he can’t always get his way!

listening skills

I understand that not all customers are going to listen to every word I say. Sometimes I’ll say “good morning” and I get a “good, thanks” in reply. That’s fine. Inconsequential. But some of the things I say to them are things they actually need to listen to, be it warranty information or how not to blow themselves up. Since I say many of the same things to every customer, it’s so ingrained in my speech that I can’t help BUT say it. So later when they complain I never told them that, I am confident that no sir, I really did tell you.

A man was buying motorcycle batteries. One of them we had just gotten in stock, so it was not filled or charged yet. This is a process that can take several hours so we usually have the customer come back the next day. I mentioned this fact to him 3 separate times throughout the transaction (which lasted probably 7-10 minutes).  I never really got a defintie response from him regarding this pertinent information, so that’s why I kept mentioning it. When he went to leave, he started to take the empty battery with him. I said “sir, you can’t take that yet. We need to fill and charge it in order for it to work.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“I actually did. Three separate times.” My coworker nodded in agreement.

“Oh, I thought you meant that I needed to charge it.”

So he returned the battery and got his money back. The thing is, I still wonder what the heck he was paying attention to during the entire conversation. Sure, he had his young daughter with him, but she was running amok unsupervised. She was literally running through the store knocking lightbulbs off shelves, and opening various doors repeatedly (such as the door to the stock room which is not where customers are allowed, and the front door, which makes a chiming noise every time it’s opened). So I know he wasn’t distracted by the feat of wrangling his brat. And I was the only person talking to him, the only customer in the store. Yet somehow he missed me telling him multiple times that he would have to come back for his purchase.

 

Damn this feeble feminine brain!

The phone rings, so I answer it.  A man is on the line.

‎”I need to ask someone about batteries.”

Ok, go ahead.

“Oh, YOU’RE going to answer them? I thought ladies were only hired to look pretty and answer phones.”

I said “no, I actually work here. What’s your question?” Normally I would be more polite, but for some reason I wasn’t really feeling it this time.

He proceeded to ask some pretty run of the mill questions, and I easily answered them. I even threw in extra jargon and technical terms that I normally leave out so the customer can understand what I’m talking about. Call me petty, but I didn’t want this guy to be able to understand me. (Of course he would never admit that he had no idea what those words meant since as a woman, I am obviously inferior somehow.)

Eventually we got to prices, and when he didn’t like my answer to those questions, he just hung up on me. Good. Didn’t want his business anyway. (Not that I would have been able to help him, right?)

Communication is key

“Do you install watch batteries?”

“Yes, they’re $8.99.”

“But do you install them?”

“Yes, that’s what the $8.99 is for…”

“But how do you know what kind you need?”

“When I take the old one out, I’ll see what type it is.”

“And then you’ll put a new one in?”

“Yes, that’s the definition of install – to put a new one in.”

“And it will be the right one?”

customers of status

Why do people feel the need to prove to me that they’ve been customers here for a long time?

You get the name droppers:
“Old Frank got the day off? I’ve been talking to him about motorcycles since before you were born.” (That last part irritates me on a different level, because they are always wrong about my age.)
“Chris still own this place? I ain’t seen that son of a gun round here in a while.” Because that son of a gun moved across the country and now just sits back in his mansion while we keep his investment running.

And you get the folks that assume you’re new (and thus don’t know what you’re talking about) because they’ve never personally seen you. Because everyone knows that in retail, we all work the exact same shifts, every week, and no doubt that customer only comes in at the exact same time of day, same day, as well.

These people don’t get any special discount for being long time customers, though many of them “jokingly” ask. They just feel like they can look down on you, even though they don’t realize that they are still coming to you for help.

It certainly doesn’t make me want to help them. I feel like if they were that important, they would deal with all their good buddies that are higher up than me. But since they aren’t…. yeah.

 

 

ps – are you following me on twitter? You get little one-liners that aren’t blog worthy, and a few random thought s that have nothing to do with this blog (or anything else).

Learn something new every day

A guy comes in and buys a single battery. Then he comes back in a few minutes later wanting a refund because it turns out his lamp is broken. I offer to test his old battery just to be sure, and he hands me two batteries.

I say, “you only bought one battery, did you need two?”

“Well I put the new one in but the lamp is still dead.”

“Sir, your device takes two batteries…. both of these are dead. You need to put in two new ones for the lamp to work.”

“Really? I thought the other one was just a spare, like a flashlight bulb! Well you learn something new every day.”

So I sold him another battery.

No, I won’t hold

Apparently I lost a customer (read:sales) by putting her on hold.

Now, sometimes there is a literal store full of people and four lines ringing at the same time. Sometimes there is only one employee to handle this rush. This was one of those times.

When we can’t assist the people on the phone right away, they get put on hold. Generally we finish up with the person that actually took the time to come into the store, then before helping the next guy in line, we answer the phone. (Otherwise the phone makes a really annoying beeping sound until we answer it.) Usually it works out ok, because phone questions are 95% a question of 1) where we are, 2) what time we close, or 3) do we have something in stock. And I’m not disparaging this practice at all – I’d rather take the 2 seconds to answer a phone question than hear “I drove all this way and you can’t help me!”

This time started out like any other. “Thank you for calling <the store>, can you hold please?” I always wait for the ok because sometimes they go ahead and ask their quick question now rather than wait. That is acceptable. So the person said ok and I put them on hold. Not 30 seconds later, the phone rang aggain. We have caller ID, so I saw that it was the same person calling back. So I did the same thing – answered and asked them to hold. I didn’t tell them this, but there was already another person ahead of them, since they got impatient and hung up only to immediately re-call. This time when asked if she could hold, she said “I don’t think so. And I won’t be shopping there.” And hung up.

Well, no skin off my back. If you’re that impatient, I don’t want to deal with you in person anyway. And as your reward, you’ll either end up paying more for your product, or getting a shoddy product that you order for cheap on the internet. Obviously we are busy enough that we don’t need you. (And chances are very high that you wouldn’t be spending a lot of money, since if you were really “in the market,” you’d know that we are the only specialized store of this nature for at least an hours’ drive in any direction.)

Wise customer

It was an abnormally busy day, and we were short handed to boot.

After being yelled at for several different reasons (all of which were out of my control), I had a resigned sigh and prepared to help the lady who had been nice enough to let all the angry people cut in front of her, and let me answer all the ringing phone lines.

“Something good happens every day, no matter how small. Just focus on that.” she said.

And I did. And it helped.

 

No wonder

So a lady was very cranky at me because her batteries were dead, but she wouldn’t tell me what they were for. Therefore I couldn’t help her. She had talked to someone else at the store and kept arguing that since I wasn’t him, I wouldn’t know anything. I was understandably offended at this, but I figured Fine, let my coworker have her. She’s very unpleasant anyway.

Turns out it was her vibrator that was not working.

Though why she felt more at ease talking to an awkward man than a fellow woman, I’ll never know. But at least I understood where her crankiness was coming from.

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