"Hello are these scissors OK to carry on International and Domestic air flights?"
I'm a believer that customer service drives repeat customers, but I am getting stupid emails from stupid people by the dozens a day. My response was a quick "I would confirm with your carrier before blah blah blah...and make sure you are in accordance with their rules blah blah blah...".
I recently switched our email address from a gmail address to something more professional, and in that switch now I get all the customer complaints, something I'm happy to take care of but not paid to do. I love people, but oh boy, there sure are some dumb dumbs out there.
Luke wrote:I actually received this message today:
"Hello are these scissors OK to carry on International and Domestic air flights?"
I'm a believer that customer service drives repeat customers, but I am getting stupid emails from stupid people by the dozens a day. My response was a quick "I would confirm with your carrier before blah blah blah...and make sure you are in accordance with their rules blah blah blah...".
I recently switched our email address from a gmail address to something more professional, and in that switch now I get all the customer complaints, something I'm happy to take care of but not paid to do. I love people, but oh boy, there sure are some dumb dumbs out there.
Do you work at an airport or something? Or are you working in a travel agency?
prfsnl_gmr wrote:There is nothing feigned about it. What I wrote is a display of actual moral superiority.
Luke wrote:I actually received this message today:
"Hello are these scissors OK to carry on International and Domestic air flights?"
I'm a believer that customer service drives repeat customers, but I am getting stupid emails from stupid people by the dozens a day. My response was a quick "I would confirm with your carrier before blah blah blah...and make sure you are in accordance with their rules blah blah blah...".
I recently switched our email address from a gmail address to something more professional, and in that switch now I get all the customer complaints, something I'm happy to take care of but not paid to do. I love people, but oh boy, there sure are some dumb dumbs out there.
Do you work at an airport or something? Or are you working in a travel agency?
I thought Luke owned a mom-and-pop yarn store. Multiple jobs, maybe?
Around here, when one of the candidates to lead the Socialist Party was forced to leave way for the other, much more obvious, choice the opposition claimed sexism was the reason. Sigh.
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Vodka comes from potatoes.
OJ comes from oranges.
There is no where on this planet where the two can grow side by side.
Yet when we defy geography and laugh in the face of mother nature so that we may pour the two together, creating harmony in a chilled glass, decorative umbrella being optional, the result is something that can only be described as meant to be.
The perfect background music for the brightness of the citrus. The natural compliment to the relatively flavorless, sterile alcohol. Again, decorative umbrellas if you so desire.
I remember one time in South Korea. I drank a screwdriver. It was excellent. I drank another. Still excellent! At this point I became emboldened - driven by the sophisticated flavor, the urging of my comrades, and a stupidity cultivated by the drinks that came before, I plunged into a torrent of the wonderful yellow/orange concoction, drinking five of them in as many minutes.
I then proceeded to play darts for the first time, a simple pick up game. Singles. Doubles. Triples. First to a hundred points would be named victor.
She walked in front of me. I was in mid throw. It's fair to say that the alcohol raging though my veins had something to do with it. My natural apathy and slow reflexes are certainly to blame to an unspecified extent. Whatever the case, there she was and there my dart went. Steel tipped. Heavy. Deadly. In slow motion I watched as it flew towards its target.
It hit her in her purse. She had this little fancy purse and the dart stuck into it quite firmly. The small Asian girl registered the impact, looked at the source and gave out a shrill shriek that drew the notice of all in the dank, smoky bar. Filled with fright (and understandably so!) she fled out the door, her heels clacking in the darkness.
Filled with concern and surprise, I ran after her. I stormed out the door and stood there beneath the Korean moon on that dark, dark night and called to her:
"Give me back my dart, you bitch!"
In retrospect, my priorities were skewed that evening. She never gave me back my dart. I never saw here again. Dejected, I slumped back into the bar. I looked to my good friend who had urged me to drink those five screwdrivers which were feeling less and less pleasant with each passing breath.
I'll never forget his sage advice as he gestured towards the dart board:
"Play it as it lies. I win, loser!"
And the night went down hill from there.
Maybe now Nintendo will acknowledge Metroid has a fanbase?
