This past week has been nothing short of nutty. Tuesday night, I was scheduled to close the office by myself, which I’m okay with, other than it is extremely boring. I had no one left to check in, and it was raining, which meant there wouldn’t be any firewood sales or equipment rentals. Joy.
At about 6:30, I picked up the phone, and this extremely friendly man wanted to make reservations for the long weekend. Long story short, I explained one of our policies that he didn’t like, and he flipped out. He talked to the manager, still mighty angry and rude, so she hung up on him. He then proceeded to call every thirty seconds…it was like clockwork. We would answer, hear him say his name, then hang up. This happened at least…AT LEAST! 25 times. He only stopped after we put on the answering machine. The next morning when he was called back, he completely denied calling at all. Nut…bar.
The same night I talked with a man from Waterloo. As it turns out, he lives in my neighbourhood, his kids go to my old elementary school, he’s in the heating and cooling business, but he used to fix appliances, and he’s been IN MY HOUSE fixing stuff before. If that doesn’t prove we live in a small world, then I don’t know what does.
And now, for a little bingo funny:
me: “What did the hamburger name his daughter?”
Barb (the rec hall is DEAD quiet at this point): “RELISH.”
the rest of us: laughter, uncontrollable laughter, accompanied by tears
me: “Patty.”
I’m naming my first daughter Relish.
4 Comments
>I call Mustard.And stories like Nut…bar are what make me hate customer service SO MUCH> What was the thing he didn't like?
>On that particular long weekend, we have a five night minimum to book…it’s so we don’t get people booking for one night, and taking the site for people that will stay longer.
>No offense, but five nights…? A long weekend has three nights. Relish will go nicely with Jube Jubes. We should hook them up (when they’re 30).
>that’s what I would think too, Kristi, but the park books up solid that weekend every summer…