Whuggf...BWARGH! (Vulger, as per my usual)

[lineswine]

One possible explanation: ADHD. And no coping skills.

These people are probably unable to complete *anything* of substance.

Oi!
some of us are able to Hyperfocus, losing whole nights on a single problem until we are "reminded" to sleep/eat/go to the loo etc. or the problem is resolved.

[Pagan]

And while you're at it, can you figure out some way to transfer Fritos through a chat interface?

Especially if they're Chili-Cheese Fritos!

[Andara Bledin]

Ok lady, I'll get right on inventing that new technology for you.

And while you're at it, can you figure out some way to transfer Fritos through a chat interface?

Kthxbai!

Yes, EVERY day.

Even Thursday?

*runs*

The Drop Bears have migrated to North America.

I'll be hiding in a corner under my excessively sharpened umbrella.

Aaaaaaaaaaand rest.

Oh SH-Whuggf...BWARGH!

*nabs now-unowned excessively-sharpened umbrella*

I just do not understand the how self centered and completely oblivious one must be to do this.

It's called being employed to make phone calls and being far too busy to actually finish one uninterrupted.

I used to have to do this to people all of the time when I was on the switchboard as the only person in an office I worked in. (most of the bosses wouldn't actually come in most days) If I call you and while it's ringing someone else calls me, I have to answer the phone.

Now, while I understand if you hang up on me, it's just going to end up taking more time for both of us if you can't wait the 5 seconds it takes me to put the incoming call on hold.

^-.-^

[El Pollo Guerrera]

That's right, my friends:

The Drop Bears have migrated to North America.

At first I thought you were kidding...

Then I found this image online...

Now I'm scared...

[PCGameGuy]

Is your name Vick by any chance?

Me: Ok, can I get your address?
SC: xxxx Street Name
Me: And your phone number?
SC: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Me: Ok, so we have you in a room-
SC: 98475.
Me:
SC: .......
Me: Right...a room with 1 King bed, at <rate> on <date>. Now.
SC: 3200.
Me:
SC: .......

This continued. He did it randomly through the rest of the conversation, including DURING the point of giving me his credit card number. It took him 3 tries to get it without him putting in random strings of numbers. I think he was trying to input my God Mode code. Little did he know, it never turns off.

The guy may just have had tourettes, which although most think of as the cuss-out-others-free card can actually be any sounds. I knew a guy who beeped randomly. Would have been cool, except we were technicians and he beeped just like the test sets.

[protege]

Now, could you please get your mother on the phone so I can rip her a new one for bringing your dumb ass into the world?

Fixed that for you

[chainedbarista]

i'm thinking the murder in question is both justifiable and praiseworthy; justifiable in that you're culling another idiot from the herd and praiseworthy because it betters the species.

[Pagan]

SC: Ugh, we ARE in Colorado...it's 303 OBVIOUSLY!
Me: Yes, as opposed to 719, 720, and 970.

I couldn't help it, and I ignored his response so I really don't remember what he said, I just moved on and imagined the cat butt face on his end of the line. But for fuck's sake, you live in a state that's had 10-digit dialing for over 10 years now, you would think that you'd pick up on the fact that we have 4 area codes now.

Up until a year and half ago, I got kind of the opposite. Until October of 2008, New Mexico only had one area code (The way they split the state, though, is beyond stupid....but that's a whole other rant). Yet I would constantly get people insist that they had to give me the area code....even though we've only had one since 1947.

Me: And what's your credit card number?
SC: xxx-Whuggf...BWARGH! *click*

I knew it. The day has finally come. For too long have we all lived in peace, secure in the belief that we were safe in our cities. But they have come; they come for you, for me, for all of us. Today, a day among many days, has become the day when America shall tremble at the horrors brought upon us. For only one creature, when it attacks, can elicit the cry of "Whuggf...BWARGH!" in its victims. That's right, my friends:

The Drop Bears have migrated to North America.

Actually, to me that sounds more like someone spontaneously catching a glimpse of the madness-inducing visage of an Elder God. To which I can only respond... Cthulhu ftagn, Cthulhu ftagn!!

Sounds like they're from Nunavut, actually.

One possible explanation: ADHD. And no coping skills.

Or they're just complete jackasses.

[Magpie]

Don't worry too much about the woman who was going to complain to your manager about you not having hacked the other chain's computers yet. I'm sure she'll call a different hotel to do so.

[mikoyan29]

Wow...Just wow....

You sure you cna't fax a gift card?

[Flying Grype]

SC: I need to book your $30 room.
Me: I'm sorry sir, but we do not have any rates that go that low.
SC: The greyhound gave me this thing and said it was $30 there.
Me: I'm not sure what they gave you, but we do not have any rates that go as low as $30. Ever.
SC: What about the greyhound?
Me: You'll have to speak to them directly sir.

No no, see, he didn't say Greyhound, he said the greyhound. It was a magical talking dog at the racetrack.

[Mr Hero]

404 Not Found
I've been looking for 10 minutes for this woman's reservation. It's not in the system, not online, not at any internet site (like Expedia), it's nonexistant.

SC: I can't believe that you lost my reservation!!
Me: I apologize ma'am, how did you initially make the reservation? Was it over the phone or online?
SC: I called you!
Me: Ok, it's possible there may just be a typo in your name, which happens from time to time, let me check some alternate spellings.
SC: I can't believe this...I called the Westin hotel, and they lost my reservation.
Me: .....wait, ma'am, did you say the Westin?
SC: Yes!
Me: Ma'am, this is the <most definitely NOT the Westin>
SC: What!?
Me: Yes ma'am, that may be why it's not coming up.
SC: Well can you check in their system?
Me: I'm sorry, we're a completely different hotel, I have no way of seeing what reservations they do or don't have.
SC: WHY NOT!? That's outrageous?
Me: They're another company ma'am.
SC: Well that's bullshit. Expect your manager to hear from me!!!

WHARRGARBL!!! There is only so much I can do for you, and I spent 10 minutes going above and beyond to try to fix a problem...and you called the wrong damn hotel? And then you're going to get mad at ME for that?

That was bad customer service for not hacking into another hotel's reservation. I'll have your job for this!

[VComps]

Just curious how you deal with these wankers. We just hang up on them.

I'm sorry, but we are very busy. If you call us, then only seconds into the call put us on hold, then obviously you do not really need tech support. Try calling back again later when you can actually make the phone call.

I just do not understand the how self centered and completely oblivious one must be to do this. You call someone seeking their (completely free) help and advise. Before the person is even able to get a greeting out or ask for basic information like what the problem is, you put the person on hold. Or just put the phone down and walk away to talk to someone else in the background about something completely irrelevant.

Why do people do this!?

Its simple.

If you want tech support, then call us and be prepared to get tech support.

If you do not want tech support, then do not call us.

Why do people call us when they obviously do not want to get any help on their problem?

I've had to do this. The situation was thus: I called IT for some support of a technical nature. The moment I got off of their insanely long hold, my co-worker a few feet away was suddenly the recipient of a Really Big Shitburger™ from a customer. We're talking abuse being hurled, and my poor co-worker just right on the defensive. So I said "I'm sorry, could I get you to hold for one moment please?" and put on my manager mask and cape and leapt into the fray!

After the customer had been killed situation had been satisfactorily resolved, I got back on the line, apologized, briefly explained the reason for my rudeness, then got on with the task at hand.

It would have been a bit impolitic for me to say "I'm sorry, could you hold, as some obscene fuckwaffle is currently ripping my staff member a new rectal cavity," when the fuckwaffle in question was within earshot.

[Midnight12]

Me: And what's your credit card number?
SC: xxx-Whuggf...BWARGH! *click*

I knew it. The day has finally come. For too long have we all lived in peace, secure in the belief that we were safe in our cities. But they have come; they come for you, for me, for all of us. Today, a day among many days, has become the day when America shall tremble at the horrors brought upon us. For only one creature, when it attacks, can elicit the cry of "Whuggf...BWARGH!" in its victims. That's right, my friends:!

oooh priceless...Me: And what's your credit card number?
SC: xxx-Whuggf...BWARGH! *click*

I knew it. The day has finally come. For too long have we all lived in peace, secure in the belief that we were safe in our cities. But they have come; they come for you, for me, for all of us. Today, a day among many days, has become the day when America shall tremble at the horrors brought upon us. For only one creature, when it attacks, can elicit the cry of "Whuggf...BWARGH!" in its victims. That's right, my friends:
however upon logical thought for the scant few moments it blesses me
perhaps caller had a bad bought of a stomach flu and just couldn't hold it over the phone?
nah i like your version better...hope you survived the beast

[Chromatix]

Why do people do this!?

One possible explanation: ADHD. And no coping skills.

These people are probably unable to complete *anything* of substance. I wouldn't be surprised if they put a TV dinner in the microwave, and then forget about it until it's gone cold again - and the microwave beeps don't help because they went to the other end of the house to do something.

The only things they can manage to do for more than an hour at a time are:

- Sleeping.
- Watching TV (though they might change the channel every minute).
- Talking face-to-face with somebody equally vapid. As Richard Hammond once observed, they have the unique capability of talking for minutes on end without any actual information transfer taking place.