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fandomsecrets2016-09-03 03:57 pm
case) wrote in fandomsecrets2016-09-03 03:57 pm
[ SECRET POST #3531 ]
⌈ Secret Post #3531 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
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Re: You don't know weird until you've worked in customer service
At the store: there was an old guy who used to come in every few days and buy a couple bottles of Aqua Velva aftershave (god, they still produce that shit). Turns out he wasn't wearing it but actually drinking it--he was an alcoholic and couldn't afford to buy liquour. We stopped carrying it after mum figured out what was going on.
Another time, my grade 12 biology teacher (ie I was taking his class at the time) came into our store and rented two porn movies. From me. His student (I'm not even sure he recognised me tbh). I'm looking at him, thinking, you DO know I am gonna tell everyone at school about this, right? Which I did (yeah, maybe it was wrong, but maybe he shoulda gone to the video store just up the road instead of renting porn from his 17/18 year old student? He was a weird fucking creeper anyways...*ew*).
This one isn't weird, but it's too funny not to share. It didn't happen to me, but to one of the women that worked for us part time. We'll call her Jane. Anyhow we sold small packs of cigarettes (15s, I think), which were nicknamed poverty packs. We also sold boxes of condoms, 3 to a box. I'm sure you're eagerly awaiting the connection between those two products... One night a customer came in and asked Jane for a "poverty pack". She though he said "party pack" and gave him a box of condoms. Heh. We teased her later, asking just what kind of parties she went to....
At the call centre I was at the longest, the company had a contract with Sprint (we don't have sprint here, so these were all USian customers); I worked in what was called "Welcome", which for anyone who's had a Sprint phone--is that person you gotta talk to before you can actually use your phone. Not sure if they still do that or not, but knowing Sprint, they probably do.
Most of my weird customers were men who somehow thought they'd reached a sexline. I was hit on a several times, invited to come visit people. Though my fave call, which, had I not been a slash fanfic writer, probably would've counted as weird, was from a gay guy. He told me that he and his boy friend had gone and got a phone that afternoon. Dude told me there was a really cute guy working at the sprint store--did I have his name and number? Because he was really hot and dude thought the store rep was probably a bottom--and he and his boyfriend were looking for a good bottom. I was laughing more and more as he went on. I made a comment along the lines of "as long as he's not a bossy bottom". Dude paused for a minute, laughed and said "Oh, I don't think so." I'm 99% sure he was trying to shock me. Now, some of my coworkers at that call centre would've been bothered by it. But not me.
One that was kinda odd was a woman who called in. At first I thought she was calling me "lady" then about halfway through the call I realised she was calling me "baby". Didn't bother me (in fact I'd rather baby than lady! lol).
I'm sure there are other weirdos, but those are the ones off the top of my head/most memorable.