And the Suppurating Fistula of a Customer Award of the Day Goes to...

[shanmonster]

Ugh.

I just had a total rectal hemhorrhage of a customer. The call went something like this:

Silly Customer (SC): I want to book a bus tour to Quebec.

Me: Er, I just book hotel rooms from here, but I can certainly give you the Quebec tourism number. They could help you out with bus tour information.

SC: Ok. What's the number?

Me: *gives the number*

SC: (suddenly VERY angry) But I want to book fifty rooms!

Me: Oh, I'm sorry. Which hotel are you looking for?

SC: WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT?

Me: I'm unable to check availability unless you can tell me which hotel you'd like to stay at.

SC: THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS! GIVE ME THE NUMBER FOR THE CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS!

Me: Certainly. *gives number*

SC: *growls*

Me: Is there anything else I can help you with?

SC: *hangs up*

Good grief.

Comments

[tobysionann.livejournal.com]

Rectal hemmorhage. Oh my.

And wow, totally stupid to boot.

[wiliqueen.livejournal.com]

This is one of the ones I can't help thinking HAS to be a prank. Not that its being so would improve the stupid quotient by that much, mind you. But somehow maliciously intentional nonsense is easier for my brain to fathom than that level of self-defeating entitlement-run-wild. *facepalm*

[elanya.livejournal.com]

I suspect that what they meant is that they wanted to book *for* a bus tour to Quebec. As in book rooms for the people on the tour...

Still. o_O

[phil-in-a-box.livejournal.com]

I wish so many people wouldn't do drugs. :(