I work at a large, internationally based furniture company that gets extremely busy on weekends - in the customer service department. Today, I worked from 9-5, a seemingly regular shift, but the day was insanely crazy prompting me to work overtime. The store closes at 5pm. Needless to say, I am more than over it, and just want to go home. So today, this gentleman approaches my counter at 5:17pm exactly. I groan.
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Man: (timidly) Hi... It's broken.
Me: (exhasperated) *sigh* what's broken?
*customer walks off to the side and wheels over a trolley with an enormous 2m x 1m mirror sitting on it - smashed to pieces*
Man: The mirror. dammit! 13 years bad luck!
Me: Not to worry, I think it's only 7 years. So... how exactly did it break?
Man: Well, I dropped it, didn't I. She's gone now, so I'll just take a store credit.
Me: I'm really sorry to say this, but... you dropped it?
Me: Not to worry, I think it's only 7 years. So... how exactly did it break?
Man: Well, I dropped it, didn't I. She's gone now, so I'll just take a store credit.
Me: I'm really sorry to say this, but... you dropped it?
Unfortunately, we can't offer you a store credit if you have inflicted the damage on the product yourself.
Even if it was accidental.
And who is 'she'?
Man: Ohhh.... oh no.. are you serious? All this for nothing?! *holds up his hand, smeared with blood*
Me: Oh my goodness, si r are you alright?
Man: Ohhh.... oh no.. are you serious? All this for nothing?! *holds up his hand, smeared with blood*
Me: Oh my goodness, si r are you alright?
Man: I cut it on the mirror... and now she's gone!
Me: I'm sorry, who's gone? Let me get you some bandages.
Man: My wife! She left me!
Me: She left you? What do you mean?
Me: I'm sorry, who's gone? Let me get you some bandages.
Man: My wife! She left me!
Me: She left you? What do you mean?
Man: *wringing his hands* she left! she said.... "You are just SO. IRRITATING! This is it!" then she took the car keys off me,
got in the car and drove away! .
... I mean, it's been coming for a while now but I thought a trip to this store would make us, not break us!.
...... I hope she comes back.
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Man is given medical attention, a coffee and a store credit to purchase a new mirror at a later date.
He wheels his now empty trolley out the double electric doors and I see him circle the parking lot once, and come to sit on the bench in the loading zone.
Talk about bad luck. I hope his wife came back :/
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