Rant ON!
Stopped at the Mart of Wallace in Rushville Saturday.
Father in law called us from N. Vernon, and said he was sick.
This is a guy who used to throw people out of windows, get thrown out of windows, Survived having his truck blown out from under him just north of Monte Cassini, and two or three weeks of being a POW...
Any hoo, tough guy.
When he calls and says he's sick, we saddle up.
By the time I got to Rushville, I had to whiz something terrible, and always like to stop in their Wallymart to look for ammo.
I've referred to it a few times in threads...
Stopped, took care of business, and went to the sporting goods counter.
And waited.
Having played this game before, (I know the #$@# number by now) I called the customer service desk and asked the nice lady to page me some help back.
She did, and I waited.
and waited.
Finally called her again, and chewed her a LITTLE bit, and she paged again. After about another 5 or 6 minutes, (did I mention I could HEAR associates in nearby aisles talking to each other as they were stocking shelves??) Some fella came down (a customer) and asked if anyone had shown up yet. I informed him I was about to use some colorful language. He walked up the aisle about a hundred feet to a fella stocking shelves, and asked if HE could help us. The fella said "Sure! Be right with ya!" and WENT BACK TO STOCKING SHELVES! After about two or three more minutes I couldn't take it anymore, and left.
On the way out of town I got my blood pressure down, and googled them, and called. The asst. manager answered, and I chewed on him, quite a bit. To his credit, he remained professional, (and no, with one exception, I didn't use colorful language.) and, upon learning that I'd be coming through that evening, offered to pass my grievance on to the evening manager, and told me to come back in, and they'd make it right.
Long story short, they did, to the tune of a small gift card, and a PROMISE to talk to the associates about how important to customer service it is to actually SERVE THE CUSTOMER, and about how that is, pretty much, the point of brick and mortar retail.
The evening manager just flat took responsibility, apologized, and did what he could to make it right. I was favorably impressed.
NOW.... what's gonna happen the next time I call the nice lady at the customer service desk and ask to have someone paged back to me for customer service??? Proof is in the pudding,, I guess...
RANT OFF!!