Dear Pharmacist For Grocery Chain Store,
Hi, I'm here to pick up a prescription for my younger brother. Our doctor called you a while ago to say that it would be alright, and I know you guys got the call because Other Pharmacist For Said Chainstore told me. Here's my ID, may I please have the meds so I can pay for it and be on my merry way?
...what? No? Why not?
...Oh! Because you think I'm going to abuse it?
Why yes. Yes I am. Because I totally love the high that I get from immunosuppressants. Yup, I pop one every morning to start my day, and deal the extras out on the street.
Are you INSANE? They're IMMUNO SUPPRESSANTS. They are not painkillers, or cold medicines, or ANYTHING vaguely abusable. They kill your immune system. My brother needs them, but they'd make me sick as a dog who has gotten into the chocolate.
Oh, so you're actually out of the meds? Why didn't you JUST SAY THAT!? Geebus!
I'll be back.
The One Who Just Wants Her Brother To Feel Better
PS: In RL I was very polite. The inside of my head wanted me to say this, though.
I guess I am a sucker for punishment. Really I must be.
I had posted about this particular place a while ago.
There is only one place around us that delivers Chinese Food to where we live. After not feeling good all week, my husband suggests that maybe some Egg Drop Soup might help me feel better so I decided to call this place.
Here lately it seems that the service has been going downhill. The girl who works the front is the same one that has been working it since we started going there and the only reason I called so late is because it was really late and I was hoping I could get it delivered because we only have one vehicle and he had it at work last night.
So I call and the first words out of my mouth was "Are you still delivering?"
She said yes so I proceeded to tell her my order. She gives me my total and says it will be here in thirty to thirty five minutes.
My voice is still off from the sore throat and I remembered I hadn't asked for extra soy sauce and duck sauce. So I call her back.
Her..(insert name of resturant here)
Me..This is the order for (insert address here)
Her..What do you want?
Me..I forgot to ask, could you please add some extra soy sauce and duck sauce to the order.
Her..*starts speaking in her native tounge*
Me..waiting for her to finish talking
Her..*Screams into the phone* WHAT ELSE!!!
Me..Just the soy sauce and the duck sauce.
Her..*hangs up phone*
This isn't the first time she has done bad service. When there are customers in the store, she will speak to her co workers in their native tongue while pointing at the customers in the store. Sometimes she will laugh while she is doing it. I don't know if this is a family owned buiness or not but I am guessing it is because she is always there from opening to closing.
Even though she yelled, I still tipped the driver good. He is always quick with his deliveries, always polite.
Just a small bit of bad service suckage.
Dear post office, FUCK YOU.
I moved into my new apartment a month and a half ago. I put in a change of address. I've only received mail from Comcast and my electric company thus far.
So I called the post office. First I get hung up on. Second, I get an incredibly bitchy woman who asks me if I put in a change of address. I tell her I did, and that the only mail I have recieved was Comcast and my electric bill. She asks if I put in a change of address. I tell her again, yes. She shouts at me asking for my name and address. I tell her, she tells me there was no change of address. I ask her then why my account was charged [I did it online, they charge a dollar]. She says there is no change of address. I said that I put one in and was charged. She asks me if I've recieved any mail at all. I tell her again, only Comcast and my electric bill. She says "There is no change of address so I have to transfer you to them. HOLD ON". She immediately clicks off, and I am transferred. To a department that has a pre-recorded message that say they're closed.
Finally I call back and just ask them to tell me what address they DO have on file for me. Funny - it's the same address, different apartment number. I know I put in the right apartment number though. I'm positive. But all of my mail has been going to the wrong apartment. I went into my complex office and asked them if they have any of my mail and they say no. So, either the person in the apartment where my mail is going is keeping my mail or they're not recieving it either.
I've been sent a few gifts within the past two weeks and now I don't know if they're being kept by the other people, or ... just dissapearing. I do plan on going to their apartment and asking them for my mail, but I don't know what to do if they say they don't have it. Fucking awesome.
I am ordering pizza to the hotel so the boyfriend and I can have the last night alone and not have to worry about going out and stuff. Just a simple dinner that we can eat and then get right into the bed. Sorry if that is sort of graphic sounding. But we did have to get up early.
I called my trusty Dominoes to bring us a pizza. I am reading the coupon to the guy on the phone.
Me: "Yes I would like the Large 3 topping for 10.99 that I have a coupon for and add a two liter of regular Coke" I would like that delivered to the Sleep Inn in (insert town) AL.
Him: No that is for $11.99
Me: No joy, I am reading the coupon you gave me yesterday and it says $10.99
Him: Must be someone else's store, did you order from us?
Me: You are the only ones that deliver to my hotel. Yes it was you.
Him: Is that on ...... road?
Me: That's the one.
Him: Sure no problem what room number?
Me: 313 name is ......
Him: can I have the phone number for the hotel
Me: Sure it is ....... (reading off of the top of the phone in my room)
Him: Ok be there in 30 mins. click.
So we had time to kill and found some things to do. Decided it would be in our best interest to wait till later to get in the jacuzzi downstairs being that the pizza was due any second. Or so we thought.
It is now 45 minutes and I am starting to worry about the food. My boyfriend is hungry...and I am wanting some pizza myself. I call Dominoes to check the status of my order only to be informed by Kenneth (who announces he is the manager) that no calls have been placed from the Sleep Inn today. However when I called I said I was calling from the Sleep Inn and would like to see about an order he mysteriously said "Is this the one for 202 or the lobby"? So he was busted right there. He offered to take my order and I told him "No I will talk it over with my significant other and call you back". I wanted to say "I don't want you losing another order or doubling one. 2 hrs after the pizza was due a Dominoes guy shows up at a most inconvenient time. He bore a pizza. I told him to just wait one second please. My boyfriend scrambled up the number for Dominoes again and Kenneth the wonder manager answers. I asked the man to come in. (Me: Myself PB: Pizza Boy)
Me: Is Kenneth your manager?
PB: Yeah why?
Me: This pizza is late by like an hour and a half. However Kenneth swears the order is an act of God because no orders were placed from here.
PB: (on the phone now with Kenneth) Hello? Yeah, no I checked the screen. Yeah it was for here. No the call came from here. No not a cell, but from a room. Yeah I can look at it. (peals off a label on the box to read the bill and contents) Yeah, ok, how much do I charge and what do I do? OK.
PB: (to me)$16.99)
Me: (Hand him a $20 and he stands there.) Do you have some change?
PB: Oh yeah sure.
Me: Tell ya what, you keep the rest, you are underpaid for the stuff you have to put up with at that store.
Me: Don't mention it.
Open the box to a stone cold pizza. I am so tempted to report this Dominoes for suckville service and now that Kenneth the Wonder Manager has been ever so ready to announce his status, I have a name too. What do you think?