Me: “Thank you for calling ****, how may I direct your call?”
Lady: “Can I get your Orient kitchen?”
(I put her on hold, page the kitchen. 30 seconds later, the phone rings.)
Me: “Thank you for calling ****, how may I direct your call?”
Same lady: “Yeah, I was holding for the Orient kitchen, I think I got disconnected.”
Me: “Just a sec.”
(I put her on hold again, page the kitchen again. 30 seconds later, phone rings again.)
Me: “Thank you for calling ****, how may I direct your call?”
Same lady: “You keep hanging up on me! Every time I call for the kitchen, you hang up on me.”
Me: “Ma’am, I am putting you on hold.”
Lady: “No, you keep hanging up on me. You say hold and then there’s silence.”
Me: “If I was hanging up on you, you would hear a dial tone. The silence is you being on hold. So if you wait a minute, I will get the kitchen for you.”
Lady: “Okay.”
Me: “Now, there is going to be silence. This isn’t me hanging up on you. You are being put on hold. Just wait and someone will pick up the phone. ”
Lady: “Thank you.”
(I put her on hold and turn to see my co-workers laughing at me behind my back. I question the state of humanity.)
