I always assumed this was a just a funny tale told by techy people to illustrate the idiocy of us lesser mortals but...
I work part time in a call-centre, taking orders for a variety of mail order companies. As anyone who has ever worked with the great unwashed public will know, some of them require a little help when it comes to the difficult task of remembering why they called, what they want and most of all how they are going to pay.
We often play the "what type of card is that?" game (Q: how would you like to pay? A: on my card Q: what type of card is that (Visa, Mastercard, Amex ...)? A: a plastic one), but even I was surprised when a customer (yep, the classic trademarked Little Old Lady) tried to pay by cheque.
She claimed that she'd put it into the slot on the computer (presumably the CD or floppy drive) and was upset that we hadn't received it
Jane.
I work part time in a call-centre, taking orders for a variety of mail order companies. As anyone who has ever worked with the great unwashed public will know, some of them require a little help when it comes to the difficult task of remembering why they called, what they want and most of all how they are going to pay.
We often play the "what type of card is that?" game (Q: how would you like to pay? A: on my card Q: what type of card is that (Visa, Mastercard, Amex ...)? A: a plastic one), but even I was surprised when a customer (yep, the classic trademarked Little Old Lady) tried to pay by cheque.
She claimed that she'd put it into the slot on the computer (presumably the CD or floppy drive) and was upset that we hadn't received it
Jane.