It's been slow the last couple weeks, most of the office staff has been taking Fridays off, and I am alone in the shop with one of the installers (ie no help in this situation) when a customer walks in full throttle:
'MY ACCOUNTANT JUST NOTICED I OVERPAID YOU!'
Okay, that's a lot of aggression to start out with. I get his name and start looking it up on the computer, encouraged by his high volume monologue and find his file to discover
1) He did in fact overpay, by 14 cents
2) On an $11 000 bill
3) Two months late
4) Eight months ago
5) He lives a 40 minute drive away from the shop
So I can only assume he drove 40 minutes to specifically collect the 14 cents we owe him, due to his writing the cheque for his bill 14 cents over, which seems unproductive (ie stupid) at the very least.
'So I am looking at your file and I see that you did over pay, by 14 cents in July.'
'THATS WHAT I AM SAYING. YOU ALL ARE THIEVES. IM NOT GOING TO LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS! I AM CALLING THE NEWS, AND THE POLICE, AND THE INTERNET'
So I reach into my pocket and come up with a quarter and hand it to him 'I'm terribly sorry for the misunderstanding, here, with all of our apologies.'
Which caused him to immediately calm down and feel happy. HA, HA, HA, yeah right.
'WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO DO, IS THIS SOME KIND OF A JOKE, HOW CHILDISH ARE YOU! YOU OWE ME FOURTEEN CENTS!!!!'
I explained to him that I didn't actually have 14 cents, since there is no longer a penny nobody actually has 14 cents, asked my coworker if he had 15 cents (he didn't) before deciding there was nothing else I could do for him, and would he be going now? No, no, first he needed a receipt. To prove I'd given him a quarter. For, well he wasn't able to be real clear on that, but he definitely needed it. So I took out a piece of letterhead, and wrote:
March 13, 2015 I (my name) gave Mr (customer) twenty five cents on behalf of (our company) today.
And I signed it.
And he flipped his shit. Because it wasn't a real receipt, and what was he supposed to do with that, and what the hell kind of scam artists are we. At which point my coworker gave up, stood up, (all 6'6" 300lbs of him) cracked his knuckles, walked over to where we were, and picked up a 4' wrecking bar. And Mr. Happy decided it was time to leave, but he was going to 'BE BACK TO FIX THIS RIGHT, AND TELL EVERYONE WHAT A SCAM YOU GUYS ARE!!' before he slammed his way out.
And me and my coworker just stared at each other for a minute like then started laughing. I still don't understand what happened today.
'MY ACCOUNTANT JUST NOTICED I OVERPAID YOU!'
Okay, that's a lot of aggression to start out with. I get his name and start looking it up on the computer, encouraged by his high volume monologue and find his file to discover
1) He did in fact overpay, by 14 cents
2) On an $11 000 bill
3) Two months late
4) Eight months ago
5) He lives a 40 minute drive away from the shop
So I can only assume he drove 40 minutes to specifically collect the 14 cents we owe him, due to his writing the cheque for his bill 14 cents over, which seems unproductive (ie stupid) at the very least.
'So I am looking at your file and I see that you did over pay, by 14 cents in July.'
'THATS WHAT I AM SAYING. YOU ALL ARE THIEVES. IM NOT GOING TO LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS! I AM CALLING THE NEWS, AND THE POLICE, AND THE INTERNET'
So I reach into my pocket and come up with a quarter and hand it to him 'I'm terribly sorry for the misunderstanding, here, with all of our apologies.'
Which caused him to immediately calm down and feel happy. HA, HA, HA, yeah right.
'WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO DO, IS THIS SOME KIND OF A JOKE, HOW CHILDISH ARE YOU! YOU OWE ME FOURTEEN CENTS!!!!'
I explained to him that I didn't actually have 14 cents, since there is no longer a penny nobody actually has 14 cents, asked my coworker if he had 15 cents (he didn't) before deciding there was nothing else I could do for him, and would he be going now? No, no, first he needed a receipt. To prove I'd given him a quarter. For, well he wasn't able to be real clear on that, but he definitely needed it. So I took out a piece of letterhead, and wrote:
March 13, 2015 I (my name) gave Mr (customer) twenty five cents on behalf of (our company) today.
And I signed it.
And he flipped his shit. Because it wasn't a real receipt, and what was he supposed to do with that, and what the hell kind of scam artists are we. At which point my coworker gave up, stood up, (all 6'6" 300lbs of him) cracked his knuckles, walked over to where we were, and picked up a 4' wrecking bar. And Mr. Happy decided it was time to leave, but he was going to 'BE BACK TO FIX THIS RIGHT, AND TELL EVERYONE WHAT A SCAM YOU GUYS ARE!!' before he slammed his way out.
And me and my coworker just stared at each other for a minute like then started laughing. I still don't understand what happened today.
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