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One thing I don’t like is customers who complain and bitch...well...Generally... Okay, if you have an on-going problem then yeah, you have the right to bitch a bit, but not when it’s a first or second attempt. What I hate even more is customers who tell me I’m no good at my job, then expect help
PC: Printer customer
Me: at the end of my shift
PC: *Walks into the store as the shutters are coming down* I have a problem with my printer and you sent me away last time.
Me: Okay?
PC: It keeps snagging the paper
So I take it into the back and use our not-so-patented “auto-sheet feeder clearer” (4 sheets of paper laminated 6 times. This is at the point where the laminator is SCREAMING to try and feed the paper. You’d be surprised what they fire out of the auto sheet feeders) and out fires a piece of rubber. Printer still won’t feed the paper. I go out and tell him that I will exchange it, but it will have to wait until tomorrow, since we are well past closing time. This was not good enough, but I told him we needed all the accessories anyway, which he accepted, telling me I had no idea how to do my job, grabbed his printer and left.
Arsehole.
Anyway, 20 minutes later, I’m Getting in my car to leave, just as I shut the door, I hear a tap on the window. Printer guy. I opened the window as I was putting my seatbelt on
PC: My car won’t start. Can you help me?
Me: Not really. I’m not a mechanic (I must admit: I DO know a little bit about cars from owning my previous car. It was a bit of a bitch since it was 7 years old when I bought it and it needed a bit of TLC occasionally)
PC: What kind of customer service is this??
Me: The kind Where I’m no longer being paid to give a damn
PC: What?!!
Me: I am not at work. Please go away.
PC: Well this really is bad. You really do know nothing
Me: Well, I do know one thing about cars that a person in your situation might want to know
PC: Whats that?
Me: *Turns the key in my car*
My Car: Cough-Cough-VRRrmmm! Ping! Ping! Ping!
Me: Mine starts. See ya.
*Puts the car in gear and drives away*
PC: Printer customer
Me: at the end of my shift
PC: *Walks into the store as the shutters are coming down* I have a problem with my printer and you sent me away last time.
Me: Okay?
PC: It keeps snagging the paper
So I take it into the back and use our not-so-patented “auto-sheet feeder clearer” (4 sheets of paper laminated 6 times. This is at the point where the laminator is SCREAMING to try and feed the paper. You’d be surprised what they fire out of the auto sheet feeders) and out fires a piece of rubber. Printer still won’t feed the paper. I go out and tell him that I will exchange it, but it will have to wait until tomorrow, since we are well past closing time. This was not good enough, but I told him we needed all the accessories anyway, which he accepted, telling me I had no idea how to do my job, grabbed his printer and left.
Arsehole.
Anyway, 20 minutes later, I’m Getting in my car to leave, just as I shut the door, I hear a tap on the window. Printer guy. I opened the window as I was putting my seatbelt on
PC: My car won’t start. Can you help me?
Me: Not really. I’m not a mechanic (I must admit: I DO know a little bit about cars from owning my previous car. It was a bit of a bitch since it was 7 years old when I bought it and it needed a bit of TLC occasionally)
PC: What kind of customer service is this??
Me: The kind Where I’m no longer being paid to give a damn
PC: What?!!
Me: I am not at work. Please go away.
PC: Well this really is bad. You really do know nothing
Me: Well, I do know one thing about cars that a person in your situation might want to know
PC: Whats that?
Me: *Turns the key in my car*
My Car: Cough-Cough-VRRrmmm! Ping! Ping! Ping!
Me: Mine starts. See ya.
*Puts the car in gear and drives away*
Although having the customer come to your car is borderline stalkerish. If a customer walk toward me, I would get in the car and leave, no questions asked. 
haha, good one! Karma is a bitch.
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