I just remembered a funny story my friend Aron who I work with told me from last week. He handles customer service sometimes, and gets in before me (cause I sleep late and stroll in whenever I damn well please). Anyway, some guy called up to find out why his motorcycle gear hadn’t been shipped out quicker, cause he called to upgrade it, but it never went through. Apparently, he was getting it for his wife, so that his wife could give it to him for his birthday. Some cockamamey scheme like that. Anyway, it didnt get there in time for his birthday, and he was quite irate about this. Aron said he apologized a bunch of times, blah blah blah, and then all of a sudden, the guy got so exasperated that he said “Well… well… YOU RUINED MY BIRTHDAY!!!” and then quickly hung up. As though he were a little baby instead of a grown-ass man. Much like the salesman who I called out this morning. What kind of crap is that? I swear that people who ride motorcycles are some of the biggest whining babies in the world when it comes to customer service shit. Goddamn!
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