Customer: " I want to send some flowers"
Me: " Sure, who are they going to ?"
" My mum"
" Okay, so your mum's name is...?"
"Mum."
"No, her actual name."
"Mum"
"No, her name, like Susan, or Chloe..."
"Oh. Anne."
"And the surname?"
"What?"
"Her surname. Second name. Last name."
"Oh. Johnson."
"Thank you. Right, so if I can just take her address?"
"Her what?"
"Address. Where she lives. Where you want the flowers sent to."
" You know the block of flats by the roundabout?"
"No, sorry. I need the road name and house number."
"But it's the big flats next to the Roundabout with the green roof."
" I can't take that as an address madam, I need the physical address of where she lives."
"Oh. Ok. Hang on."
< INTERMINABLE PAUSE WITH VARIOUS AUDIBLE BANGS AND RUSTLING NOISES>
^
"^Ok I've got my address book."
"Great, so her address is....?
"24 Church street"
" And the flat number?"
"What?"
" You said she's in a block of flats, so I also need a flat number."
"It's the fifth floor. "
" No, her door number."
" The blue one."
"The number on the door?"
"Ummmmm. Hang on."
^
^
"^It's flat 24"
"Flat 24, 24 Church Avenue? Are you sure?"
"Ummm. Hang on."
"Flat 38."
"Great, thank you. So what would you like to send her?"
"What do you think she would like?"
"Does she have any favourite colours, or flowers...?"
" I don't know, that's your job. You're the expert."
"Sure, I just wondered if you knew there was something she'd particularly like."
"How am I supposed to know that?"
" No problem, we'll send a lovely seasonal selection for you. How much would you like to spend? Our bouquets start from thirty pounds plus delivery."
"Delivery? But it's just by the roundabout!"
"Be that as it may, madam, my driver still has to take it there, which costs petrol, and his wages."
"can't you walk it down there?"
"No I'm afraid not. But you are welcome to collect them if that's easier for you?"
< LOW LEVEL GRUMBLING AND MUTTERING>
I won't bore you with the rest of it, but taking payment took just as long and I couldn't get a contact number for her mother out of her for love nor money as "it was just by the roundabout".
As you've probably guessed, the whole order was a complete bin fire with the wrong delivery details, repeated attempts at delivering and a resulting angry customer screaming in my face three days later that they hadn't arrived. Her mum was home, didn't we know she doesn't answer the door to strangers, why didn't you let me know they hadn't arrived ( we did, left repeated voicemails and texts asking her to contact us, which I showed her. Further screaming that I had RUINED HER LIFE.) Ended with threats to put bricks through our windows and leave shit on the doorstep.
Honestly, I'd like to tell you that this is uncommon, but it's really not.