Have an appalling customer service story? We’d love to hear it
Sylvester Brown’s column for Thursday’s Post-Dispatch gives me an opportunity to talk about one of my favorite subjects: Customer service. Or the lack of it.
Sylvester shares the story of a 70-year-old woman’s dispute with DirecTV — in contrast to some good service she got from Ameren. He notes in the column a theme that I’ve often noted: “It doesn’t take much to make a customer feel appreciated.”
I’ve got loads of stories. I loved the McDonald’s clerk who listened to my daughter’s request for a small iced coffee. “We don’t have small,” she said. “Only medium and large.” I’ve also had good service: When I bent a rim and destroyed a wheel cover at a construction area in downtown St. Louis, the contractor didn’t flinch when I asked for my $79.
I love this scene from Five Easy Pieces. It reminds me of a similar case in which a colleague asked for grilled cheese sandwich — which wasn’t on the menu. They did offer a patty melt, however.
What’s your favorite customer service story?



Kurt is the director of social media for the Post-Dispatch, where he has worked since August 2002. He's been a journalist since 1982, covering municipal government, courts, education and two hurricanes as a reporter before becoming an editor.
I have a wealth of apalling customer service stories, so I’ll have to pick and choose. Maybe my favorite for absolute rudeness–as well as lack of service–occurred when I stopped by the local Steak N Shake. There were maybe two customers in there at the time, both already seated and eating. Three waitresses stood at the end of the counter socializing. I waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, the guy flipping the burgers looks at me and then at them. He leans around the corner and the manager sticks his head out and says to the waitresses, “Would one of you like to take her order?” So one of the waitresses hauls out out her order pad with a great dramatic sigh and walks over to me. She slams–I mean SLAMS–the pad down on the table and growls “What DO you want?!?” in a tone of voice that left me no doubt that I’d committed some horrible faux pas just by showing up. I couldn’t come up with an immediate retort because I was so absolutely stunned!
Then there was the car dealership whose service department was open until 11:00 PM. I took the car in because I’d been having problems and it was still under warranty. The guy tells me they can have it ready for pick-up that evening at 10:30. I tell him I’ll just pick it up the next afternoon. So the next day at 4:30 PM I come to get the car and I’m told they didn’t have time to look at it yet. Could I come back the next day? Excuse me? You were going to have it ready by 10:30 PM the previous day, and now it’s nearly 24 hours later ,and you haven’t even looked at it?!? I went off on the guy. (It probably didn’t help that this was the third time I’d had the car in the shop for the same problem. I guess it’s kind of hard to find out what’s wrong with a car when you never get around to checking it out….)
Now, I’ve had wonderful service in other situations, being offered freebies because I had to wait fo something or not being charged for a service I was perfectly expecting to pay for. But somehow it’s the horror stories that really stick in our minds.