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Hilarious idiot customers

hannaugh

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This site notalwaysright.com is freaking hysterical.  It's all just funny stories about stupid customers.  Here are a few jems:

DE TING, DE TING!!!
Tech Support | Oregon, USA


(I worked tech support for a major software company, specifically with their digital media products. This call was about their video editing software.)

Me: “Thanks for calling ***** tech support.

(The customer gives me her info and has a thick accent I can’t place.)

Me: “Great! What can I do for you?”

Her: “Yes. I am trying to edit dees beedio, and eet’s blue and blue on de ting.”

Me: “So…it’s blue, and blue…on the thing?”

Her: “Yes.”

Me: “Where is it blue?”

Her: “On de ting.”

Me: “By ‘thing,’ do you mean the Computer screen or your camera?”

Her: “Yes…de ting.”

Me: “Ma’am, I can’t see what you are looking at so you’ll have to tell me the name of the thing that is blue.”

Her: *getting angry* “DE TING!!! Eeet’s BLUUUUE AN BLUUUEE ON DE TING!!!!”

Me: “What exactly is blue? The video on your monitor? Are you outputting to TV? The viewfinder on your camera?”

Her: “Yes.”

Me: “Yes…which one?”

Her: *yelling* “DE TING!!!!”

Me: “Ma’am, I’m sorry but I don’t understand where you are having a problem.”

Her: “THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!!! I SPEAK PERFECT ENGLISH!!! MY HUSBAND TAUGHT ME HE WILL BE VERY VERY ANGRY WIT YOU!!! I DEMAND RESPECT!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!”

Me: “Ma’am, I agree. You speak english very very well. The problem I am having is you are not telling me where you are seeing blue video.”

Her: “ON DE TIIIING!!!”

(This exchange went on for a while before she got frustrated and hung up. The best part is, my call was being listened to by some higher level support guys. They created an internal troubleshooting document that appeared as follows:)
PROBLEM: VIDEO IS BLUE AND BLUE ON THE THING

SOLUTION: NONE AT THIS TIME

TROUBLESHOOTING:
>(TECH SUPPORT)IS THE THING BLUE? TRY REINSTALLING THE THING

>(TECH SUPPORT) THING REINSTALLED. STILL BLUE

>(ENGINEER) CANNOT RECREATE THING IN LAB.

>(ENGINEER) PROBLEM ALMOST RECREATED. THING RED.

(And so on and so on…)


Barely Scratched The Surface
Grocery Store | Paxton, IL, USA


Customer: “Hello, young man, can you help me?”

Me: “Yes ma’am. What can I do for you?”

Customer: “Where do you keep your scratch?”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “Scratch! Where do you keep it? I need some to make pie!”

Me: “I’m not sure that I’m clear on what you need. Can you tellme what you are going to use it for?”

Customer: “My husband says that I need to make pie from scratch for Christmas, so I need to buy some scratch for the pie.”

Me: “Ma’am, that just means that you buy the ingredients and make the pie yourself.”

Customer: “I don’t have time to make pie myself! I need some scratch!”


Bad Reception, Worse Misperceptions
Call Center | Rochester, NY, USA


Me: “Thank you for calling, how can I help you today?”

Customer: *thick accent* “I have problem with cell phone.”

Me: “Okay, sir, I’m sure I can help you with that. It looks like we’re going to have to re-set your connection. I need you to type in the following series of numbers, followed by the pound key.”

(I hear a distinct whacking sound in the background.)

Me: “Sir? What are you doing?”

Customer: “You say pound phone. I pound on table. Pieces fly off!”


So She Thinks She Can Dance
Movie Theater | Washington, USA


(A little old lady approaches me and a new employee while we’re standing in the movie theater lobby.)

Customer: *dances*

Me: “That’s nice, ma’am.”

Customer: *continues dancing*

Me: “Um…I don’t know how to respond to that.”

Customer: *continues dancing*

Me: “I’m sorry, I really don’t know how to respond.”

Customer: “You could say ‘You’re a great dancer!’” *walks toward the
concession stand*

New guy: “Does that happen often?”

Me: “No. Believe it or not, that’s actually a new one.”


Viva(cious), Las Vegas
Music Shop | Houston, TX, USA


(I work in a guitar shop that caters to vintage and collectible guitars. A man comes in with three guitars claiming they are all either rare or owned by famous musicians.)

Customer: “This guitar was owned by John Lennon and used on his last album!”

Me: “Which one?”

Customer: “The one he made in ‘85.”

Me: “Lennon died before then. What else you got?”

Customer: “Well, this one was played by Elvis!”

(This seems almost plausible. The guitar is of a vintage that I knew could have been from that era.)

Me: “Well, let me run the serial number…” *I run the serial* “Sir, this guitar was made in 1987.”

Customer: “BUT ELVIS PLAYED IT!”

Me: “How did a dead man play it?”

Customer: “What? Elvis isn’t dead! I bought it from him in Las Vegas!”
 
I have a personal running library of things that customers have said to me that crack me up.  I work in a VERY busy restaraunt, and it is usually quite loud, so when some of these things are said, the customer in question is sometimes almost yelling.  My favorite at the moment:

Trust-fund-hippie-girl:  "could I get a...a....a.....I can't remember what it's called....a...(Makes slicing motion with hand)...a...."

Me: "a knife?"

Her:  "Oh, yeah, sorry, dude, I was up all night rolling, I can't even remember my name" 
 
Return of Guitlouie said:
I have a personal running library of things that customers have said to me that crack me up.  I work in a VERY busy restaraunt, and it is usually quite loud, so when some of these things are said, the customer in question is sometimes almost yelling.  My favorite at the moment:

Trust-fund-hippie-girl:  "could I get a...a....a.....I can't remember what it's called....a...(Makes slicing motion with hand)...a...."

Me: "a knife?"

Her:  "Oh, yeah, sorry, dude, I was up all night rolling, I can't even remember my name" 

I work in an inbound call center, this is my life.  :toothy10:
 
haha the blue and blue on dee ting one almost made me cry.

i've got some stories about working retail, but most of them are probably just stories about how i wasn't doing my job properly haha except the time we had a woman (at pacsun) try on a dress, came out of the dressing room to show a friend with her pants around her ankles  :doh:  she WAS wearing a dress over her clothes, but theres just something about a person waddling around with pants around their ankles... anyway, i had to leave the back of the store and stand up front until i knew i wasn't going to burst out laughing when i saw her again. my manager understood, he almost cried laughing too haha
 
I am employed by a computer company which sells processors.  Some years ago, I worked in a testing lab for the Customer Support call center, so I got to hear all the great idiot-stories as the customer support technicians visited the lab to take breaks from the phone and unwind.

One story that sticks in my mind involves a customer who, after purchasing and installing an "Overdrive" processor to upgrade his existing computer, had trouble getting it to power on and boot with the new processor.  The customer was attempting to get our company to resolve the issue, under the premise that the upgrade had killed his mainboard and rendered his computer inoperable.

As a part of the standard procedure, the technician asked for some information about the processor, specifically its product code and serial number.

Customer replied "Hold on just a minute; it's so dark in this building, I need to get a flashlight to read the number."

Technician asked "Why is it so dark?"

Customer responded "Well the power is out today, and none of the lights are working..."

It was about at this point in the conversation that the mental light clicked on, and the sad truth finally dawned on the customer that the source of his problem was NOT the processor upgrade.  This was evident from his next sentence, which began and ended with "Uhhh...."

Technician said "You have a nice day, sir" and ended the call while he could still control himself.

 
Guitar Sales Person (GSP); "How can I help?"
Customer; "I have dropped my guitar, and the neck is broken!"
GSP; "Oh dear...perhaps I can have a look to see if it can be repaired?"
Customer; "You don't understand...I have loads of guitars, and have dropped most of them on the floor, but this is the first one that has broken...I would like a refund, as the guitar was obviously faulty."
GSP; " ! "

(The GSP is my brother, and the guitar was a Gibson...but you guessed that, right?)

 
I work in IT and last year I was hired by a certain firm where they were migrating to some new systems (I'll spare you the technical details).
We (the IT department) sent out newsletters to end users to inform them about the progress and the changes they should be expecting.

I edited those newsletters a couple of times and one of them contained a large screenshot of a pop-up they'd encounter after the next upgrade and an explanation of what to do. The pop-up was quite large and covered a fair bit of the newsletter page.

Soon after sending out the newsletters we got a couple of phonecalls.

"I got the newsletter but there seems to be a problem. When I open it, a pop-up appears, covering the newsletter and it won't disappear when I click on it..."

:tard:
 
The weekend before my first day at this firm, they had migrated their mailservers to a new version and when I arrived on monday it was a mess....
People had no idea how to get into their mailboxes anymore. I usually work as a systems engineer with some seniority but in such situations, the quickest way to learn a new organisation is to sit down at the phone and handle the incoming calls so that's what I did for days in a row.

At one point I get a women from the main kitchen on the phone. She didn't sound too bright in the first place but hey, you're there to help, right?
She couldn't log in and in the end I helped her by giving her a new password that would be not too hard to remember. It was something like "Kitchen1". I even typed in the password for her remotely so that she could get into her mailbox.

The next day she called again. She still couldn't get into her mailbox. I remembered her from the day before and started troubleshooting. She said she hadn't changed her password etcetera..
I tried her password myself and it worked....

So I said: Your password is Kitchen1, right?

She: Yes, it is, that's the password you gave me yesterday.

Me: Ok, let me try it on your computer (to which I had a remote connection). So your password is K-i-t-c-h-e-n........

She: Oooooh, you meant KitcheN with an N!!









Learned a lesson there. Some people just can't spell....
 
I could share stories of people backing up to flash drives that they never plug into their PC, or swearing up and down that we gave them a virus through the Internet somehow so that we can "fix" it and make money off them...


But then I think of any time I've been in a guitar shop and pretended I knew what the hell I was talking about or being in an RC shop asking why my T-Maxx wouldn't start...or at the mechanic because I screwed my truck up worse than it was to begin with...and I shut my mouth heheh.
 
Very valid point.  When you work someplace every day for years, it is sometimes easy to forget that something that seems obvious may not be to someone who is there for the first time.  Sometimes, though.....you are just dealing with a moron.
 
I used to do tech support for Gateway.  We had one... eccentric old lady who called frequently trying to get "Maxtor" (the brand name of her hard drive) removed from her computer.  Apparently her hard drive (a Maxtor) had failed once and we'd sent her a replacement (also a Maxtor).  The replacement worked but she was hell-bent on "getting rid of Maxtor" because she blamed Maxtor for her earlier issue.  She claimed she had a technique to get rid of it: she would erase her hard drive and re-install Windows, and each time she did so the number of cylinders on the disk would go down by one.  So if she continued this, it would eventually reach zero and she would "not have Maxtor" on her computer any more.

We tried our best to explain that this makes absolutely no sense.  This is like claiming that you could remove your engine from your car one cylinder at a time by changing the oil over and over.
 
My neigbor worked in a call center.  Here is one of his stories.  His assignment that day was take orders for the GTE Cellular Motorola Digital phone for $9.95.  It went something like this.

My neighbor:  Hello.  This is [name].  How may I help you?

Customer:  I want the G-E-T Cellica Dig-it-ull phone.

My neighbor:  Okay.  Where are you located?

Customer:  I'm behind Wal-Mart.

My neighbor:  I'm in Dallas.  Dallas is a city.  What city are you in?

Customer:  Atlanta.

My neighbor:  Where in Atlanta?

Customer:  Behind Wal-Mart.

My neighbor:  (to his boss)  Can I hang up on this guy?

Boss:  No!

 
Super Turbo Deluxe Custom said:
My neigbor worked in a call center.  Here is one of his stories.  His assignment that day was take orders for the GTE Cellular Motorola Digital phone for $9.95.  It went something like this.

My neighbor:  Hello.  This is [name].  How may I help you?

Customer:  I want the G-E-T Cellica Dig-it-ull phone.

My neighbor:  Okay.  Where are you located?

Customer:  I'm behind Wal-Mart.

My neighbor:  I'm in Dallas.  Dallas is a city.  What city are you in?

Customer:  Atlanta.

My neighbor:  Where in Atlanta?

Customer:  Behind Wal-Mart.

My neighbor:  (to his boss)  Can I hang up on this guy?

Boss:  No!

Customer: "Hi, my phone is defective and you owe me a new one."

Me: "What's wrong with it?"

C: "I dropped it off a seventh story fire escape. I have all the pieces, and I'd like to return it. I just got it."

M: "...well you have insurance on the phone, the warranty doesn't cover damage, just defects."

C: "This is defective. Its not working any more. I have all the pieces, and its not working. So its defective."

M: "I'd be happy to help you out with an insurance claim, since you are paying for damage protection."

C: "Oh, great! I was worried, 'cause I dropped it last Saturday and I didn't add the insurance 'til this morning."

M: "Mam, you have to have the insurance when the phone is broken. Like you have to have the insurance before you crash your car."

C: "Why would I pay for the insurance when I didn't know the phone was defective?"



Repeat, ten hours a day, four to six days a week.
 
dbw said:
I used to do tech support for Gateway.  We had one... eccentric old lady who called frequently trying to get "Maxtor" (the brand name of her hard drive) removed from her computer.  Apparently her hard drive (a Maxtor) had failed once and we'd sent her a replacement (also a Maxtor).  The replacement worked but she was hell-bent on "getting rid of Maxtor" because she blamed Maxtor for her earlier issue.  She claimed she had a technique to get rid of it: she would erase her hard drive and re-install Windows, and each time she did so the number of cylinders on the disk would go down by one.  So if she continued this, it would eventually reach zero and she would "not have Maxtor" on her computer any more.

We tried our best to explain that this makes absolutely no sense.  This is like claiming that you could remove your engine from your car one cylinder at a time by changing the oil over and over.

Am I the only one kind of in awe that someone with such a lack of understanding of computers could reinstall Windows?
 
Me:  What was your question?

Customer:  It says on your website that you have the Imperial Stormtrooper figure in stock.

Me:  .... yes?  Did you have a question about it?

Customer:  Does that mean you have it in stock?

 
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