its funny

At about 8:05 tonight the dude next to me (brandon) was on his last call of the day. Some lady was just ranting and raving, wanting a remote replaced. She had this remote replaced 4 times two years ago, so she knew our policies well at this point.

So he tells her its out of warranty, and it will cost $29.99 plus S&H to replace, no she wants it free. Two fricking years later she still expects us to honor the warranty.

So she goes on a tangent, about how she is an excellent customer (bill was 47 days delinquent), how she was unaware of our policies on warranties (had it replaced 4 times and doesnt know our policies? Yeah right!), and how it didn't matter if it was out of warranty because she pays a monthly payment of $19.99 (a loooooooow priority, and she doesn't even pay it on time; not to mention that services are not the same thing as a warranty). So he explains it again. She goes off again, this time cursing and being very rude (grounds to hangup the phone anyhow).

He finally says, "what do you want me to do about this ma'am?"

She says, "I want you to give me a free remote you s***head!"

Brandon then loses it, saying, "Well I want a million dollars, but I don't think I will get that either".

"You're rude! Let me talk to yer supervisor," The bitch rattles on, "No, first I want your first and last name, THEN I want to talk to yer sup"

"My name is joe (its actually brandon)"

"And your last name?"

"I'm not obligated to give that out ma'am."

"Bulls***! I work in customer service and we always give out our last name"

"Well you don't work for us ma'am. I don't have to. I can give you my op id if you would like."

"Fine, give it to me"

"FUC (that was a pun she didn't get). I can give you my phone login too if you would like."

"Yeah gimme that too"

"Its U-R-A..."

"Ok"

"...B-I-T-C-H."

"Let me talk to yer f***ing sup, right now!"

"Just a moment ma'am"

Brandon then right clicks on his soft phone, selects "outside line", punches in "1-800-fat-girls", and hits transfer.

Heavy breathing comes on the line, "Thank you for calling fat girls, my name is jennifer, what's your fantasy?"

The bitch grunts and hangs up.

The beauty of this? Brandon cannot be caught. She doesn't know his real name, nor his op id, he didn't leave notes, there was no possible way that anyone was listening to it, and if she does call back her acct is going to show that she is a crackpot and a bitch, so no one will believe her. He's trying to get fired anyhow, so it would work out for him if he were caught.

Just a little advice =)

I work at a call center...I'll have to remember this next time some bitch complains...

no no no. your mate got it all wrong. when someone gives you stick, you just scream "IM A COP YOU IDIOT! IM DETECTIVE JOHN KIMBLE!!".

If they are courageous enough to continue, ask "Who is your daddy, and what does he do?", then "I HOPE YOU LEAVE ENOUGH ROOM FOR MY FIST BECAUSE IM GOING TO RAM IT INTO YOUR STOMACH!".

That'll fux0r em.

say no to non-perscription drugs kids :P

"You have Chickadee Chicken??? Chickadee China da Chinese Chicken!"

heeeeeeeey charley, calm down charley!

sttaaarrrr seven two three charly,
sttaaarrrr seven two three..

LMAO.

i want one order booyah tribe,

actually, kriss kross, kriss kross that out....

chickety china, the chinese chicken, have a drumstick and your brain starts clickin, crickin!! heh, crickin!!!

"What's your number?"

"Eight Two Five... Eighty-seven... sixty-three... forty-two.... hut hut!!"

Hey - round eye!!

STOP IT!

i dont stop nothing, you idiot.

STOP IT!

What kind of chicken do you want ?

chickety china, the chinese chicken

no, we dont sell dogs

snoop dogg dogg?

if you do f*** around, i'll take a peperoni and punch it through your head

if you want a pizza sometime during the next few days, i can have it delivered to you, or maybe i will staple it to you.