Post by calliope on Sept 10, 2005 23:21:31 GMT -6
It has been my observation that customer service gets worse and worse all the time, but chain stores almost always have the worst of the worst.
I've been looking for a nice pair of navy slacks for fall, and being a short and round type of gal, I figured I'd start at Lane Bryant in the mall. They had a clearance sale going, and the place was hopping, but when I walked in, I saw two clerks: one at the register, with a line about a mile long, and one folding clothes and ignoring customers.
That was okay with me. I was browsing, and it's a small store. I figured I could find a pair of navy slacks all by myself (duh).
Well, I was wrong. There were two styles of navy slacks displayed on the wall above some other slacks, but nowhere on the racks could I find anything navy. I walked over to the clerk who was ignoring everybody, and I asked her where I could find navy pants. She shrugged and said, "I don't think we have any."
I thought that was weird, since navy is a staple color. Plus, as I mentioned above, there were two pairs on display on the wall. I asked her about those. She gazed at them curiously, then turned back to me and shrugged again. "I've worked here for four weeks, and I don't think I've ever seen navy in here." (Except, of course, for the two pairs on the wall. Not that she offered to get them down to check the size for me.)
But the coup de grace came when this lazy and stupid clerk said, "You could ask her about it, if you want to," pointing to the cashier, who still had a mile-long line.
Right.
So I tried on a couple of other things and decided to wait until the line diminished to ask the cashier. By the time I was done, another clerk emerged from somewhere. She saw me and, to my shock, asked if she could help me.
Naturally, I asked her if she could show me where the navy slacks might be. She said -- I'm not making this up -- "We don't carry navy."
I went back to the wall and showed her the two pairs displayed there, to which she replied, "No, I think those are black. We don't carry navy." Mind you, these two pairs of navy pants were displayed right next to pants that actually WERE black. They were as navy as navy gets. But still, "We don't carry navy."
I just dumped the other stuff I'd planned to buy on a table and left. I knew it was hopeless. And Lane Bryant sure won't see me again.
Incidentally, after this episode, I went to Pontotoc to visit with my sister. We decided we'd make a quick trip to the Wal-Mart in Pontotoc to pick up a couple of things. When we got to the register, the cashier was busy reading a magazine. She very reluctantly looked up, said, "Hang on just a sec," finished her paragraph or whatever, sighed heavily, and finally started ringing up our stuff.
This kind of garbage is a HUGE part of the reason I shop online whenever I can. Business owners, hear this: SERVICE COUNTS. If you want my dollars, do something to earn them.
I've been looking for a nice pair of navy slacks for fall, and being a short and round type of gal, I figured I'd start at Lane Bryant in the mall. They had a clearance sale going, and the place was hopping, but when I walked in, I saw two clerks: one at the register, with a line about a mile long, and one folding clothes and ignoring customers.
That was okay with me. I was browsing, and it's a small store. I figured I could find a pair of navy slacks all by myself (duh).
Well, I was wrong. There were two styles of navy slacks displayed on the wall above some other slacks, but nowhere on the racks could I find anything navy. I walked over to the clerk who was ignoring everybody, and I asked her where I could find navy pants. She shrugged and said, "I don't think we have any."
I thought that was weird, since navy is a staple color. Plus, as I mentioned above, there were two pairs on display on the wall. I asked her about those. She gazed at them curiously, then turned back to me and shrugged again. "I've worked here for four weeks, and I don't think I've ever seen navy in here." (Except, of course, for the two pairs on the wall. Not that she offered to get them down to check the size for me.)
But the coup de grace came when this lazy and stupid clerk said, "You could ask her about it, if you want to," pointing to the cashier, who still had a mile-long line.
Right.
So I tried on a couple of other things and decided to wait until the line diminished to ask the cashier. By the time I was done, another clerk emerged from somewhere. She saw me and, to my shock, asked if she could help me.
Naturally, I asked her if she could show me where the navy slacks might be. She said -- I'm not making this up -- "We don't carry navy."
I went back to the wall and showed her the two pairs displayed there, to which she replied, "No, I think those are black. We don't carry navy." Mind you, these two pairs of navy pants were displayed right next to pants that actually WERE black. They were as navy as navy gets. But still, "We don't carry navy."
I just dumped the other stuff I'd planned to buy on a table and left. I knew it was hopeless. And Lane Bryant sure won't see me again.
Incidentally, after this episode, I went to Pontotoc to visit with my sister. We decided we'd make a quick trip to the Wal-Mart in Pontotoc to pick up a couple of things. When we got to the register, the cashier was busy reading a magazine. She very reluctantly looked up, said, "Hang on just a sec," finished her paragraph or whatever, sighed heavily, and finally started ringing up our stuff.
This kind of garbage is a HUGE part of the reason I shop online whenever I can. Business owners, hear this: SERVICE COUNTS. If you want my dollars, do something to earn them.