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I felt braincells DIE
Oh sweet baby Jeebus on a unicycle in a dogshow, I felt brain cells die during this call.
This guy was calling in to place an order....I get his name, but then it all went downhill after that:
Me: "-and whats your postal code?"
SC: "Uh, I don't really know."
Me: "You can't place an order without a postal code."
SC: "I'm from <insert God foresaken small town in Alberta>."
(I'm from Vancouver, do you know mine? No? Well then.)
Me: "I still need a postal code."
SC: "Uh, let me go find out."
(He puts the phone down for a bit so he can canvas the rest of his family to see if anyone managed to jump the hurdle that was grade 2. Eventually he returns with the postal code.)
I successfully manage to extract his address but that wasn't the end.
Me: "-and what would you like to order?"
SC: "Uh...blah blah thermal jacket."
Me: "What's the product ID number?"
( Everything in the catalogue has a # by it, in bold. )
SC: "Uh..umm..I don't see a number."
Me: "It should be a series of numbers, like xxxx-xx"
SC: "Uh....I'm looking I'm looking...."
(Insert literally 60 seconds of dead silence and the acidic smell of burning rubber that accompanied his strained thought process.)
SC: "Uh, there is none."
Me: "There's no product ID?"
SC: "No."
Me: "There's no numbers or even a couple of letters?"
SC: "No."
Me: "It should be right by the picture of the item."
SC: "I don't see it....lemme go ask"
(Again he leaves, this time to go consult everyone else in the house to see if anyone can help him figure out where the mythical id number is. This takes forever but by this point I'm so impressed but the sheer level of stupidity here that I want to ride this one out just to see how it ends.)
SC: "Uh, we can’t find it."
(Colour me shocked.)
Me: "Alright, what catalogue are you looking at?"
SC: "Winter, uh, 2006. Page blah blah."
(I know for a fact that catalogue, like ALL OF THEM, has the product ID numbers in giant bold text below the picture of the item. I check through our catalogues...)
Me: "I'm not seeing it here….what did you say it was again?"
SC: "blah blah thermal shell."
(At this point I figure I'll try searching the website database for it, no dice. The company he's talking about doesn't even have any jackets listed. Nevermind thermal ones.)
Me: "I'm not seeing it in any of our catalogues."
SC: "Oh, uh.....I'll pick something else and call you back, ok?"
Me: "Ok."
SC: "Bye <click>"
Thus far he hasn't called back. I'm going to assume this is because natural selection has finally claimed him and is now dragging him through the snow and off into the bushs as we speak.
This guy was calling in to place an order....I get his name, but then it all went downhill after that:
Me: "-and whats your postal code?"
SC: "Uh, I don't really know."
Me: "You can't place an order without a postal code."
SC: "I'm from <insert God foresaken small town in Alberta>."
(I'm from Vancouver, do you know mine? No? Well then.)
Me: "I still need a postal code."
SC: "Uh, let me go find out."
(He puts the phone down for a bit so he can canvas the rest of his family to see if anyone managed to jump the hurdle that was grade 2. Eventually he returns with the postal code.)
I successfully manage to extract his address but that wasn't the end.
Me: "-and what would you like to order?"
SC: "Uh...blah blah thermal jacket."
Me: "What's the product ID number?"
( Everything in the catalogue has a # by it, in bold. )
SC: "Uh..umm..I don't see a number."
Me: "It should be a series of numbers, like xxxx-xx"
SC: "Uh....I'm looking I'm looking...."
(Insert literally 60 seconds of dead silence and the acidic smell of burning rubber that accompanied his strained thought process.)
SC: "Uh, there is none."
Me: "There's no product ID?"
SC: "No."
Me: "There's no numbers or even a couple of letters?"
SC: "No."
Me: "It should be right by the picture of the item."
SC: "I don't see it....lemme go ask"
(Again he leaves, this time to go consult everyone else in the house to see if anyone can help him figure out where the mythical id number is. This takes forever but by this point I'm so impressed but the sheer level of stupidity here that I want to ride this one out just to see how it ends.)
SC: "Uh, we can’t find it."
(Colour me shocked.)
Me: "Alright, what catalogue are you looking at?"
SC: "Winter, uh, 2006. Page blah blah."
(I know for a fact that catalogue, like ALL OF THEM, has the product ID numbers in giant bold text below the picture of the item. I check through our catalogues...)
Me: "I'm not seeing it here….what did you say it was again?"
SC: "blah blah thermal shell."
(At this point I figure I'll try searching the website database for it, no dice. The company he's talking about doesn't even have any jackets listed. Nevermind thermal ones.)
Me: "I'm not seeing it in any of our catalogues."
SC: "Oh, uh.....I'll pick something else and call you back, ok?"
Me: "Ok."
SC: "Bye <click>"
Thus far he hasn't called back. I'm going to assume this is because natural selection has finally claimed him and is now dragging him through the snow and off into the bushs as we speak.
I AM the evil bastard!
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