05-17-2021, 01:17 PM
Headed out Sunday morning to look at a couple Jeeps the girlfriend was interested in. Dealerships are closed on Sunday here, so we could look hassle free. Stopped at Panera for a couple breakfast wraps. Two bites in, and I hit the wax paper the ingredients were on. Walked back in and said " I asked for no tomato, I guess I should have asked for no paper too". They apologized and quickly made a new wrap.
Saturday I stopped at the apartment complex office to get some touch up paint for the townhouse I'm moving out of.
Me: Hi (holds up paint bucket I purchased from Home Depot) I'd like some touch up paint.
Office person: Blank stare
Me: I'm in 311 B
OP: Ok, which apartment?
Me: 311 B, it's a townhouse towards the back of the complex
OP: Oh. Ok. What's the building number?
Me: 311
Maintenance guy enters office
OP: Hey, can you get some touch up paint?
Maintenance Guy: Sure, what apartment
OP: Blank stare
Me: 311, B
Maintenance Guy: I'm only here for an hour, but ill bring it over before I leave
Me: Great, just leave it in the apartment, we're heading out.
Maintenance Guy: What is the apartment number?
Me: 311, B
Maintenance Guy: 320?
Me: No, 311 B
OP: I'll write it down
Me: It's one of the townhouses in the back of the complex
OP: What's the apartment number?
Me: 311, B
OP: Ok, do you want the paint in the bucket?
Paint isn't there when I get back. Return to the office Sunday at 11 when the office opens and pretty much have to repeat prior conversation.
This is just typical of 80% of my interactions with people in customer service.
Please tell me I'm not attracting this sort of stupidity.
Saturday I stopped at the apartment complex office to get some touch up paint for the townhouse I'm moving out of.
Me: Hi (holds up paint bucket I purchased from Home Depot) I'd like some touch up paint.
Office person: Blank stare
Me: I'm in 311 B
OP: Ok, which apartment?
Me: 311 B, it's a townhouse towards the back of the complex
OP: Oh. Ok. What's the building number?
Me: 311
Maintenance guy enters office
OP: Hey, can you get some touch up paint?
Maintenance Guy: Sure, what apartment
OP: Blank stare
Me: 311, B
Maintenance Guy: I'm only here for an hour, but ill bring it over before I leave
Me: Great, just leave it in the apartment, we're heading out.
Maintenance Guy: What is the apartment number?
Me: 311, B
Maintenance Guy: 320?
Me: No, 311 B
OP: I'll write it down
Me: It's one of the townhouses in the back of the complex
OP: What's the apartment number?
Me: 311, B
OP: Ok, do you want the paint in the bucket?
Paint isn't there when I get back. Return to the office Sunday at 11 when the office opens and pretty much have to repeat prior conversation.
This is just typical of 80% of my interactions with people in customer service.
Please tell me I'm not attracting this sort of stupidity.
