I was having a decent night until this crazy and extremely drunk lady got into my window.
First she put down her lit cigar on my counter (eww) then proceeded to pull out her transaction out of her boobs. That's right, no bra apparently boobs are a purse for her.
So I'm already a bit grossed out.
SC: *slurs* I want some moooney.
Me: Okay, which method would you like to use?
I had no idea if she wanted to write a check or pull money out of the atm.
SC: *pulls out a credit card* On here.
Me: All right. Have you already ran it through the atm?
SC: No. You do it.
Me: Unfortunately I can't access your account through here. The process starts at the Atm then you come back up here.
SC: That is bad customer service! There are like 500 people over there! You need to tell your manager!
Me: That there is a line at the atm?
SC: yes! There shouldn't be! Is there a line all the time?
Me: usually.
SC: That's just crazy and bad customer service!
Me: Ma'am I have nothing to do with how things are run here, I'm just the middle man.
She is swaying and looks like she's about to fall over.
She walks off and gets in "line" (which by the way there was ONE person at the atm! and she walked up to my window with no line) where the hell were the 500 people??
Of course she comes back after fiddling with the atm. Too drunk to work it.
SC: All my cards declined!
(no surprise there!)
SC: Can I do a check?
Me: do you have one?
SC: No.
Me: Well, you actually need a check to cash one.
(it was hard not to be a smartass with that)
SC: You are very bad with customer service.
I did the customer stare thing and refused to talk anymore.
SC: Aren't you going to say anything?
I kept staring.
SC: *looks at my name tag* Your name is Anakah! I want you to write your name on a paper for me!
Me: No.
SC: No?
Me: I will not do that.
I already wear a name tag I will not write down my name. Why the hell should I? She was so blitzed that I figured she'd forget my name anyway. And kudos for her for being able to read after being that drunk. Bitch.
SC: This is bad customer service!!! *whine, bitch, whine*
She finally starts to walk away and I yell: Have a grrrrreat day!! In a crazy cheerleader happy voice.
I was shaking after. She just annoyed me soo bad!
First she put down her lit cigar on my counter (eww) then proceeded to pull out her transaction out of her boobs. That's right, no bra apparently boobs are a purse for her.
So I'm already a bit grossed out.
SC: *slurs* I want some moooney.
Me: Okay, which method would you like to use?
I had no idea if she wanted to write a check or pull money out of the atm.
SC: *pulls out a credit card* On here.
Me: All right. Have you already ran it through the atm?
SC: No. You do it.
Me: Unfortunately I can't access your account through here. The process starts at the Atm then you come back up here.
SC: That is bad customer service! There are like 500 people over there! You need to tell your manager!
Me: That there is a line at the atm?
SC: yes! There shouldn't be! Is there a line all the time?
Me: usually.
SC: That's just crazy and bad customer service!
Me: Ma'am I have nothing to do with how things are run here, I'm just the middle man.
She is swaying and looks like she's about to fall over.
She walks off and gets in "line" (which by the way there was ONE person at the atm! and she walked up to my window with no line) where the hell were the 500 people??
Of course she comes back after fiddling with the atm. Too drunk to work it.
SC: All my cards declined!
(no surprise there!)
SC: Can I do a check?
Me: do you have one?
SC: No.
Me: Well, you actually need a check to cash one.
(it was hard not to be a smartass with that)
SC: You are very bad with customer service.
I did the customer stare thing and refused to talk anymore.
SC: Aren't you going to say anything?
I kept staring.
SC: *looks at my name tag* Your name is Anakah! I want you to write your name on a paper for me!
Me: No.
SC: No?
Me: I will not do that.
I already wear a name tag I will not write down my name. Why the hell should I? She was so blitzed that I figured she'd forget my name anyway. And kudos for her for being able to read after being that drunk. Bitch.
SC: This is bad customer service!!! *whine, bitch, whine*
She finally starts to walk away and I yell: Have a grrrrreat day!! In a crazy cheerleader happy voice.
I was shaking after. She just annoyed me soo bad!
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