Imagine this. You are 18 years old. You want a tattoo. And after much thought and deliberation, you’ve decided your finally going to do it. You’re going to get a freakin’ tattoo. “Where should I get this tattoo placed?” you think to yourself. That’s when it hits you. The perfect spot. Your face. But why stop at one tat, when you can get three? This is going to be great, you think to yourself.
A few hours later, you arrive at your local tattoo parlor. As the tattoo artist begins his work, you find the sting of the needle soothing. You fall asleep. An hour later you wake up to take a look at the finished product. As you look in the mirror, you realize there has been a terrible mistake. There are not three tattoos on your face as requested, but 56. Yes, 56 star tattoos. Sounds pretty crazy right? Well, it’s a true story, and here is an excerpt from the original article….
…Kimberley Vlaminck, 18, claimed that she asked for only three stars to be tattooed near her left eye […] “When he started to tattoo me, I did not feel pain and I fell asleep. I awoke as he tattooed me on the nose and I saw what he had done. I counted 56 stars,” she said. “I cannot go out on to the street, I am so embarrassed. I just look ugly, a freak, mutilated….”
Now if you read the whole article, there is a “he said, she said” argument. The tattoo guy says she wanted the tats, she said she didn’t. Turns out, the woman’s story was in fact bogus. But had the story been true, this would have been the Worst. Service. Ever. Have you ever had crappy customer service? Here are two examples from my past….
It was my senior year of high school. I was feeling a little hungry and had a few bucks on me. I decided to make a pit stop at the local Dairy Queen to pick up two cheeseburgers (I know, super healthy right?). I devoured first one down in about 36 seconds and was ready to go round two. As I took my first bite of the second burger, I noticed something didn’t feel quite right. Was there a hair in my burger? There definitely has to be a hair in my burger! It turns out there wasn’t just ONE hair, but a whole freakin’ glob. I immediately began projectile vomiting all over an innocent bystander (as shown in the dramatization below). Needless to say, I haven’t been back to Dairy Queen since.
Every Voice Prompted Customer Service Menu :
Oh my gosh, nothing makes me want to punch a baby turtle more than having to deal with those frustrating voice command customer service menus. You know what I’m talking about. You call your cable company and the voice recording says “For English, say English”. So you respond, “English.” It all goes to hell from there. Next thing you know, you’re getting chirped at by some robot machine voice in what sounds like a foreign language, all because when you said “English” the voice command thought you said “Russian.” I hate voice prompt menus. For the love of god, bring us back to the good ol days of pressing one for English.
Dealing with crappy service is one thing, but dealing with crappy service that you didn’t ask for (like getting 53 extra tattoos) is a whole different ballgame. I’d love to know what is the single worst customer service experience you’ve had?
Side Note: Since today’s article had nothing to do with Personal Finance, so I figure might as well include some right here… Money, money, cash, savings, money, booya. That is all 🙂