This is a story I wrote over on Retail-Sucks, and think it'd be a good one to bring over here. It's an actual account from when I worked in returns.
It was getting close to closing, my vacation coming up the next day, when I saw this woman coming in with a cart. She was heading right my way and looked to have a box in the cart. From what I could tell, the box hadn't been opened; so I thought it'd be a rather easy return. I was wrong.
As the lady came into the doors, I had to ask perhaps the stupidest question. "Ma'am, is something wrong?" corporate had us do that, but hey, I still thought it was stupid. Customers seemed to as well. With as much venom as this little woman can muster she spits at me "It's blue." I must have given her something of a look because she repeats in the same tone. "It's blue."
Taking a moment, I realise that she's got a microwave there and it's...blue? Looking to the woman I blinked some asked her to repeat to be sure I undestood her correctly. "It's blue." she says again, adding with a smirk. "I don't want a blue microwave. I want something else." Looking at her I say honestly (and perplexed) "I didn't know they made blue microwaves."
Reaching into the cart I drag the thing out, and start to open the box. Now I have to give this lady credit. She had gotten the thing out of the box, looked at it and then managed to get it BACK into the packing material and into the box. That is a feat in itself, one that deserves an applause. Watching me as I did this she says testily. "What, you don't trust me?" to which I shook my head and answered. "No, it's not that. I just have never seen a blue microwave." Which, is true.
Opening the box, I slipped off the first bit of packing material, looked at the thing and had to fight back laughter. Eyes streaming with tears I look up at her and choke out. "Ma'am. It's not blue." This was not what she wanted to hear. "Yes it is." she says, with that oprah audience member head bob going. "See, dat's blue. That's not what I wanted. I wanted stainless steel. That's blue and you're going to give my money back."
You see, what made me laugh, was this cute little bright red sticker. One that read quote "Blue plastic film must be removed prior to use." Looking at the woman, again I was fighting back laughter. (my SM had caught wind of this, happened to see what I was holding and he to was biting his knuckles to keep from laughing.) Looking at the woman, I composed myself as best I could and said. "Ma'am, it's not blue that's just..." but never finished the words. By then the woman had gone into this rant. A real triade about how I was an idiot, moron, my parents may not have been married, and a whole host of things. Furthermore, I was going to be fired, she was going to sue and you can see where this is going.
As I stood there listening to this, I idly picked at the film before getting a corner of it up. When she had finished her little rant, she asked with that same head bob. "So, do you have anything to say now?" Pulling hard at the film, I ripped a whole sheet of it off revealing the stainless underneath. Holding out the film I said with a smile. "It's not blue now."
Lady gave me a look, asked what I just did. To which I directed her attention to the little red sticker. My did she talk bad about everything after that. But, she at least took the microwave back.
After that, I often had associates look at me and say laughing. "Not Blue Now." I've got a copy of the LP tape of that day as well, given to me by the district LP officer. She was laughing fit to be tied after watching it and thought she'd "share" the fun.
I often wonder if that tape has been circulated elsewhere.
It was getting close to closing, my vacation coming up the next day, when I saw this woman coming in with a cart. She was heading right my way and looked to have a box in the cart. From what I could tell, the box hadn't been opened; so I thought it'd be a rather easy return. I was wrong.
As the lady came into the doors, I had to ask perhaps the stupidest question. "Ma'am, is something wrong?" corporate had us do that, but hey, I still thought it was stupid. Customers seemed to as well. With as much venom as this little woman can muster she spits at me "It's blue." I must have given her something of a look because she repeats in the same tone. "It's blue."
Taking a moment, I realise that she's got a microwave there and it's...blue? Looking to the woman I blinked some asked her to repeat to be sure I undestood her correctly. "It's blue." she says again, adding with a smirk. "I don't want a blue microwave. I want something else." Looking at her I say honestly (and perplexed) "I didn't know they made blue microwaves."
Reaching into the cart I drag the thing out, and start to open the box. Now I have to give this lady credit. She had gotten the thing out of the box, looked at it and then managed to get it BACK into the packing material and into the box. That is a feat in itself, one that deserves an applause. Watching me as I did this she says testily. "What, you don't trust me?" to which I shook my head and answered. "No, it's not that. I just have never seen a blue microwave." Which, is true.
Opening the box, I slipped off the first bit of packing material, looked at the thing and had to fight back laughter. Eyes streaming with tears I look up at her and choke out. "Ma'am. It's not blue." This was not what she wanted to hear. "Yes it is." she says, with that oprah audience member head bob going. "See, dat's blue. That's not what I wanted. I wanted stainless steel. That's blue and you're going to give my money back."
You see, what made me laugh, was this cute little bright red sticker. One that read quote "Blue plastic film must be removed prior to use." Looking at the woman, again I was fighting back laughter. (my SM had caught wind of this, happened to see what I was holding and he to was biting his knuckles to keep from laughing.) Looking at the woman, I composed myself as best I could and said. "Ma'am, it's not blue that's just..." but never finished the words. By then the woman had gone into this rant. A real triade about how I was an idiot, moron, my parents may not have been married, and a whole host of things. Furthermore, I was going to be fired, she was going to sue and you can see where this is going.
As I stood there listening to this, I idly picked at the film before getting a corner of it up. When she had finished her little rant, she asked with that same head bob. "So, do you have anything to say now?" Pulling hard at the film, I ripped a whole sheet of it off revealing the stainless underneath. Holding out the film I said with a smile. "It's not blue now."
Lady gave me a look, asked what I just did. To which I directed her attention to the little red sticker. My did she talk bad about everything after that. But, she at least took the microwave back.
After that, I often had associates look at me and say laughing. "Not Blue Now." I've got a copy of the LP tape of that day as well, given to me by the district LP officer. She was laughing fit to be tied after watching it and thought she'd "share" the fun.
I often wonder if that tape has been circulated elsewhere.
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