So, I have to just post about someone else’s messed up customer service. Back in October, during the MLB playoffs, I placed an order for a vintage-style Boston Red Sox t-shirt. It was done on a gift card that a friend had gotten me and I expected to get it through regular shipping. Well, the month passed by. The Red Sox lost Game 7 of the ALCS to the Rays and the Phillies went on to win the World Series. By November 2, baseball post-season was waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over and I still hadn’t gotten my t-shirt. I tried going through the company for the gift card. They couldn’t do anything except tell me, “Yes, mlbshop.com thinks you got this.” So I tried calling mlbshop’s customer service department. They couldn’t help me, but told me to go to USPS and type in this huge frigging tracking number. USPS said that didn’t exist. I called back and they insisted that it was that tracking number, so I confirmed it and tried again. It still didn’t exist.
I called mlbshop’s customer service department and lied through my teeth until I got someone who could actually look up my order. They went “Well, it was shipped on October 17. You obviously got it.”
“Would I be calling if I got it? Here’s the USPS tracking number…”
They stare blankly at the screen for about 5 minutes. No sounds of typing, just heavy breathing and the sound “uuuh…” about every 10 seconds.
“That ain’t USPS.”
“Yes, it is. Two other idiots at your company told me over and over again that this was USPS.”
“Well, it ain’t. I’s guess it’s FedEx. Lemme look on FedEx.”
Finally, some typing and more “uuuuuuuuh”s.
“Well, lady, it was shipped.”
“Yes?”
“By FedEx.”
“Great. Where is it?”
“Sitting in a holding facility in North Dakota on October 21st…nope, they shipped it back because it was undeliverable.”
“Where did they try to deliver it?”
“North Dakota.”
“Do you know where North Dakota is?”
“Yup.”
“Is it the same thing as Utah?”
“Uh…”
Obviously this is a really trick question.
“I guess not.”
“So how was it undeliverable to Utah in North Dakota?”
“Uh…”
More heavy breathing and blank staring.
“Ma’am, I’s gonna has to put in a claim for this cause it ain’t in Utah.”
“Well, DUH!”
This was at 11 o’clock at night by this point, so I was justified in being a bit juvenile.
“Okee, I’s gots a claim on your account and y’all’ll hear from them in 3-5 business days.”
“Thanks.”
So I hang up and yell things about inbreeding and lobotomies at my receiver. It made me feel better.
Two weeks go by and that’s obviously more than 3-5 business days. I call back last night and get a nice lady who realizes that no, there was never a follow-up to my claim. She puts in another claim and tells me to call tomorrow to talk to a supervisor.
I call during my lunch break and get a nice supervisor at mlbshop.
“Well, we’ll be happy to reship it as soon as it’s been more than two weeks since it was ordered.”
“D---, it’s been more than a month.”
“Oh…oh yeah. You’re definitely past the time you should have gotten it.”
I just started laughing at her and the ship of idiots hanging around for minimum wage at their company.
“You think?”
“And someone was supposed to call you…Oh, that’s why they didn’t.”
“What is?”
“Well, the person who made the claim wasn’t allowed to, so they just ignore whatever she tells us.”
“Both of them?”
“Well, yeah. We don’t do claims for FedEx.”
“Well, they could have had SOMEONE mention that to both of them over the last three weeks.”
“Well, I’ll annotate your account right now so they will overnight your package to you for free.”
“That would be great.”
“All we need to do is credit your account and then have it reordered. Your bank will get it…”
“Did you not read the part about it being a gift card?”
“Oh, is THAT what the number is?”
“Yeah, and it should be in the notes a few times, too!”
“Oh, well, if it’s a giftcard we can’t do that. We have to call the people who sent out the gift card. Then we have to have them ship you a new gift card. Then you need to call us and give us the new gift card number. THEN we can have it shipped again.”
“And when will that happen?”
“Oh, a coupla weeks!”
I hung up on her right then and there.