Why I hate working reception, part 1

[nadriel]

Kid: Sir, do you have any tennis balls behind the desk?
(Note: We used to have various balls, before the kids borrowed them and didn't return them)
Me: No, we don't have any types of balls anymore.
Second kid (who was standing behind the first): Sir, do you have any tennis balls?
Me: No, we don't have any types of balls anymore.
Inner me: I'm sorry, I didn't manage to alter reality in the 15 seconds since I was last asked.
Second kid: Do you have any other sorts of balls?
Me: No, we don't have any types of balls anymore.
Inner me: Graaaargh!

Comments

[js84.livejournal.com]

It should have been like the Tesco advert(s) where Frank Lampard (I think??) gets covered in millions of balls. That'll teach them to ask, but knowing them they would still sue and the offence wouldn't have nearly been as funny and a perfect comeback as that suggested by sk8grrl.

You could post your entry on customers_suck

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