The other day I had front row seats for an amazing display of terrible customer service. I was in a printing and shipping store. I don’t want to give out the name, but it rhymes with Binko’s. The guy behind the counter was a real clown, so let’s call him Binko. Binko was helping me print and bind a document when another customer jumped in to ask him a question. It was clear that the other customer had been there for a while and was coming back for more help. I gracefully stepped aside and let him finish his business.
Whatever service the guy needed, Binko for some reason could not help him. Binko was not only dismissive, but he suggested another printing store around the corner at the first sign of frustration by the customer. The customer warned that he was about to lose a long time client, who regularly shipped multiple items at $20 a piece.
Binko could not care less. No empathy, so apology… not even eye contact as they spoke. My jaw was on the floor. Binko was making the DMV look like Hospitality Heaven.
The frustrated customer gave Binko several chances to salvage the situation, but this only annoyed Binko even more. Keep in mind that there were only three or four people in the store, so it’s not like Binko had too much on his plate.
After the guy had left the store, for his last time ever, Binko turned his attention back to me. He brought over my completed document and I paid. But it turns out I that needed a quarter inch trimmed off one side of the document in order to fit it into a special box. Binko went off to the paper cutter and returned… having only shaved off an eighth of an inch. The document needed to fit perfectly into the box, so I sent him back to the paper cutter to take off another eighth off. Finally, the document fit and we shipped it off. Just as I was thanking Binko, he chimed in that he really should have charged me $1.49 for the cutting.
It took every ounce of my restraint not to crumple two dollars up in a ball and throw it at his face. But I did not want Binko to win. I thanked him and walked out of the store, maybe for the last time ever.
Jack Campisi

