Vindice's Encounters with Stupid Customer Service Folk: Part 1 of an occasional series:
Dude: 118 188, how may I help you?
Vindice: Hi, do you have the number for the Northfield Jobcentre?
Dude: What's the name of the jobcentre?
Vindice: Northfield.
D: Which town is that in?
V: Er....(hesistates before saying 'Northfield')...oh! Birmingham.
D: Bear with me a moment. I've got Northfield Superdrug, is that what you're looking for?
V: Er...no. Erm, it might be called Jobcentre Direct, have you got anything like that?
D: Bear with me a moment. All I've got listed under Northfield is the Superdrug, Lloyds Bank and Asda, is it any of those?
V: No, I really do want the Jobcentre.
D: Can I offer you Boots the Chemist?
VINDICE SAYS: The thing is, i think you think I'm shitting you, or at least applying artistic license to the above transcript.
Trust me.
Monkey.
Dude: 118 188, how may I help you?
Vindice: Hi, do you have the number for the Northfield Jobcentre?
Dude: What's the name of the jobcentre?
Vindice: Northfield.
D: Which town is that in?
V: Er....(hesistates before saying 'Northfield')...oh! Birmingham.
D: Bear with me a moment. I've got Northfield Superdrug, is that what you're looking for?
V: Er...no. Erm, it might be called Jobcentre Direct, have you got anything like that?
D: Bear with me a moment. All I've got listed under Northfield is the Superdrug, Lloyds Bank and Asda, is it any of those?
V: No, I really do want the Jobcentre.
D: Can I offer you Boots the Chemist?
VINDICE SAYS: The thing is, i think you think I'm shitting you, or at least applying artistic license to the above transcript.
Trust me.
Monkey.VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
I wish someone would offer me Boots the Chemist.