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savetheearth2014-10-27 05:32 pm
radiantchicken) wrote in savetheearth2014-10-27 05:32 pm
Extreme Customer Service
Who: Torin and Tony
Where: Espresso Yourself
When: Monday, October 27
What: Torin handles customer complaints in an unorthodox fashion.
Warnings: Stupid customer tricks and infatuated, make-out-prone hipsters.
It was a fact of life in any aspect of the service industry that some customers would be more difficult than others. The hipster at the counter was no exception. "This iced coffee is too cold!" groused the sterling example of a customer. "Coffee is supposed to be hot!" He made a noise of disgust as he leaned back on the counter and took out his phone, presumably to take to his hipster social media platform of choice.
"So you wanted it hot," Torin repeated incredulously. The customer had whined enough that a manager was called out, and now the manager was really regretting getting dragged into this.
"Of course!" The hipster made a noise of condescending irritation.
"You wanted it hot, but you wanted ice in it." Torin just wanted to make sure he had this right before he went and did something rash. The conversation had been going around in circles for at least ten minutes, and it was clear that the customer was determined not to be satisfied. This was because the customer seemed to lack a basic grasp of how the world worked. The staff was running out of options.
"Why is that so hard to understand, you stupid bird?!" The hipster slammed a hand down on the counter.
Torin resisted the urge to point out that it was hard to understand because any child would be able to say that ice was cold, and that he was legitimately impressed by the sheer magnitude of the stupidity on display here. He could only hope that whoever the hipster vented to online would point out the obvious fallacies here for him, but he had a feeling he would not be so lucky. There would be no arguing here. He would have better luck arguing with the urinal in the men's room. "If you'll excuse me just a moment..." And he turned to return to his office--and a decent sniping spot. His hand reached into the inner pocket of his robe where he kept his gun and batteries. "Brave in," he muttered under his breath as he withdrew the pink battery and pressed a button on the side, activating its charge.
The loud shout of "GABURINCHO! STYMERO!" as Torin took the battery and loaded the weapon in his office would hopefully only be heard by the staff, though if any of those staff members were aware of the noisy nature of the strange, dinosaur-shaped handgun Torin had taken to carrying around, they just might be a little alarmed. Even if they didn't know what the source of that noise was, they just might want to investigate before Torin used the strange revolver. After all, it's not like the manager to just leave an irate customer, no matter how dumb, hanging.
Where: Espresso Yourself
When: Monday, October 27
What: Torin handles customer complaints in an unorthodox fashion.
Warnings: Stupid customer tricks and infatuated, make-out-prone hipsters.
It was a fact of life in any aspect of the service industry that some customers would be more difficult than others. The hipster at the counter was no exception. "This iced coffee is too cold!" groused the sterling example of a customer. "Coffee is supposed to be hot!" He made a noise of disgust as he leaned back on the counter and took out his phone, presumably to take to his hipster social media platform of choice.
"So you wanted it hot," Torin repeated incredulously. The customer had whined enough that a manager was called out, and now the manager was really regretting getting dragged into this.
"Of course!" The hipster made a noise of condescending irritation.
"You wanted it hot, but you wanted ice in it." Torin just wanted to make sure he had this right before he went and did something rash. The conversation had been going around in circles for at least ten minutes, and it was clear that the customer was determined not to be satisfied. This was because the customer seemed to lack a basic grasp of how the world worked. The staff was running out of options.
"Why is that so hard to understand, you stupid bird?!" The hipster slammed a hand down on the counter.
Torin resisted the urge to point out that it was hard to understand because any child would be able to say that ice was cold, and that he was legitimately impressed by the sheer magnitude of the stupidity on display here. He could only hope that whoever the hipster vented to online would point out the obvious fallacies here for him, but he had a feeling he would not be so lucky. There would be no arguing here. He would have better luck arguing with the urinal in the men's room. "If you'll excuse me just a moment..." And he turned to return to his office--and a decent sniping spot. His hand reached into the inner pocket of his robe where he kept his gun and batteries. "Brave in," he muttered under his breath as he withdrew the pink battery and pressed a button on the side, activating its charge.
The loud shout of "GABURINCHO! STYMERO!" as Torin took the battery and loaded the weapon in his office would hopefully only be heard by the staff, though if any of those staff members were aware of the noisy nature of the strange, dinosaur-shaped handgun Torin had taken to carrying around, they just might be a little alarmed. Even if they didn't know what the source of that noise was, they just might want to investigate before Torin used the strange revolver. After all, it's not like the manager to just leave an irate customer, no matter how dumb, hanging.