Yesterday I dealt with probably the rudest, most irritating “customer” I’ve ever had the pleasure of dealing with anywhere I’ve ever worked. This all started the day before, when he came in to buy a part for his new 2006 Mustang. He settled on a Cold Air Intake from BBK. Cool, whatever, not what I would have spent my money on, but it’s all you dude!

Problem started the next day when he came in. Well, actually, problem probably started 22-26 years ago in some cheap motel bed in Juarez i would imagine, but I can’t be totally sure so let’s not go down that path. Yesterday he came in complaining that the BBK Badge on the part had a chip in it. That’s it. I mean, he complained about a “chip” in a cheap product that was no bigger than two eyelashes rolled together, I kid you not. Probably smaller. Whatever, I figured he’s just “one of those,” and went to exchange the part for a better one. I went back to the warehouse and had the warehouse guy bring me ALL the ones we had in stock, and I went through each one to make sure this asshole got the best one. Because I just wanted him to leave.

When I came back and showed him the new piece and told him that I had picked out the best one in our stock for him... this wasn’t good enough. No, he wanted me to bring him a sealed box, because you know, I tend to exchange things for people but actually give them used merchandise instead. I told him that his request would be impossible to fill, since I had OPENED ALL OF OUR KITS TO ENSURE HE GOT THE BEST ONE.

This, however, was not good enough. He continued to be belligerent to myself, Nathan, Jaxan, and anyone else who was in earshot. Our customer service, apparently, was not up to standards, what with giving his whiny ass the best parts we could muster up. To shorten this a little bit, let’s just say that the next 10-15 minutes of my life were spent being told how much we suck and how he was just asking questions, doesn’t he have a right to do that, and no he’s not insinuating that we’re liars (he was), but he’s asking questions, doesn’t he have a right to do that?

I smell the stink of asshole. Luckily for me, this is infrequent enough that I don’t have an “Asshole of the Day” piece or anything.



Wells Fargo: We drive stagecoaches. That’s about it
Shortly after I got my hands dirty (ha ha), I made a lunch run /slash/ bank run. For a retail location, we do sure seem to be good at not having change. I open the till, and lo and behold, we have $300 in twenties and not a single $5 or $10, and only 4 $1’s. So I raid the thing for $400 and head out to make change.

Togo’s is right across the parking log from a Wells Fargo, so I go in and stand in line. First: What the hell takes people so long at the bank? You’re either putting money in, or taking money out. There’s no surgery going on, there’s no complex math problems being dealt to you... You walk up, talk to the teller, explain that you need cash from your account or would like to deposit some check or whatnot and maybe get some of it back. What the hell are these people doing up there for 10 minutes at a time? Is this a hold-up?

OK fine, I suffer these fools as best I can and eventually get to the teller myself. I explain what I need and she says “I will change what I can, but I’m low on ones.”
“How many do you have?”
“Like, maybe 15 or 20.”
Thanks for nothing, honey.

But we NEED change. So I go and get Togo’s, then head over to my credit union that is on the other side of town. The lights work in my favor (which never happens, so god must have felt sorry for me having to deal with Mr. Asshole of the Day), and I get there. And stand in line again. This time, some fatso is taking his sweet time, talking about the weather or some garbage. Look dude, on your own time, not mine, OK? And besides, weather for you is relative, in that the north end of you is probably a lot cooler than the south end anyways.

He leaves and I get to the front. Arrowhead, I love you. Plenty of ones and no BS. It’s a shame you’re not nationwide. Probably because you don’t have stagecoaches to get you there.



Dumb Southerner of the Day
Being so occupied with asshole (see above) and then having to take like 5 hours of my life to get change from a bank (WTF, Wells Fargo? You can’t call yourself a Bank if you only have 15 one-dollar bills), I can’t say as I dealt with any yesterday. Or maybe I just don’t remember. Preoccupied, maybe.

Sorry, maybe tomorrow.

Peace.

Tags: hate, earth conditions