Get the F&$K out of my shop and don't come back!
Yep. I actually said that to a customer once. It's the one and only time I have ever sworn at a customer ever and I hope I don't ever have to do it again.
I'm not sure if I've already posted about this particular incident on the blog before. I've written so many posts now (1074 and counting!) that it's really hard to remember them all. So if you're a long-time reader and you've heard this story before, I'm sorry. Feel free to click away at any time!
Anyway, this story begins when I was managing book shops for the now defunct Angus & Robertson chain. I was working at the Rhodes/Homebush store, where IKEA is. Can I hear you say $1 hotdogs for lunch? Hell yeah!
Moving on from hot dogs, I was working one day when this man came in. He asked for a copy of an obscure book that had just been printed, and which we didn't have. I looked up the publisher to find out if they had any stock that I could order in for the gentleman and offered to call them to see if they would send us one. He said sure.
So I call the publisher and have a chat with them. It turns out that the book the man was after had a limited edition print run and there were only 1000 available, all of which had already been sent to various book shops around the country. I popped the publisher on hold and informed the man and he insisted on speaking with the publisher himself to confirm my story. After speaking to the publisher I hang up the phone and he starts going on about how ridiculous it is they only printed 1000, don't they know how important this subject is, rah, rah, rah.
I tell him I'll look up the book at some of our other bigger branches and see if they have any they would be willing to send to us or reserve for him to go and pick up. As it happened the Sydney store was showing 1 copy on hand so I called them up and enquired about the book. They tell me they only got 10 copies in and they will go and have a look for the last copy. They put me on hold for almost 10 minutes while they look for the book.
While I'm on hold I serve a couple of other customers who are waiting, all the while the gentleman has been standing there tapping his fingers on the the desk and giving me and the phone filthy looks. The other customers are sensing his agitation and giving me the slight raised eyebrow at the man's over-dramatic sighing.
Eventually the Sydney store comes back and informs me that they can't find the last copy of the book, it's either been nicked, misplaced or the system information is wrong and it's been sold. Either way, I know the man is not gonna be happy to hear this. I get off the phone and take a deep breath, and then let him know that unfortunately it seems they don't have a copy and so I can't get it for him.
Well, that goes down like a lead balloon, let me to tell you. The man then absolutely loses his shit and starts ranting at the top of his lungs about how I'm a liar and that there is a conspiracy to stop him from reading this book. At first I'm just kinda amused by this, he's obviously a bit of a nut job, but then he starts leaning over the desk and getting right in my face and screaming.
By this stage my blood pressure has started to rise and and I'm looking around outside the shop, hoping that one of the security guards might walk past and come to my rescue. Every other customer in the store, and some outside of it, are standing there watching this man scream at me and none of us know what to do. It's then that he starts abusing me personally and telling me how fucked I am and that I'm a shitty little lying girl, with a shitty little job in a shitty little bookshop and my mind goes blank.
I've never in my life been screamed at like this or had a customer hurl such abuse and swear at me and I'm momentarily stunned. But then, when he takes a breath, and looks like he might be about to run out of steam, I say to him as loud as I dare, knowing other customers are watching this, "Sir, get the FUCK out of my store and never come back!".
He then says that's a fine way to treat my customers, that he will be making a complaint about me and that he will never step foot in our stores again. I reply that we don't want customers like him shopping in our stores and to feel free to make a complaint, the store has video security and I'm sure head office will be very interested to see our exchange.
He then grabs his trolley and leaves the store, continuing to hurl abuse at myself and anyone else he catches looking at him. It was one of the most shocking, scary moments of my life. I stood behind the counter for a few seconds absolutely stunned and shaking, not really sure what to do after that. Thankfully there were some nice people in the store who came straight over and asked if I was ok and said that I had handled the situation well and was very restrained considering the circumstances. A few of them even left their names and contact numbers for me in case he did make a complaint and I needed some witnesses to talk to head office on my behalf.
Never before or since have I been treated so poorly while working in a customer service role and I hope I never encounter someone like that again. It took me half the day to stop shaking from anger that I was made to feel so terrible while just doing my job and actually going out of my way, yet again, to try and help a customer. Having worked in customer service for many years, I will always try to be as nice and courteous as I can to other service people and I won't tolerate rude service because I know there is no excuse for it.
And for heavens sake, do not go up to the counter and expect service while you're talking on your mobile! Or swear at the service person. It will never end well.
Have you ever had an extremely bad experience while working in customer service or had being served?
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