Old people are so fucking difficult to troubleshoot with because they never want to do a thing. You ask them to press the power button on the remote and they act like you asked them for their first born child. This is exactly what happened when I encountered Social Mabel.
The call came in because she was refusing to troubleshoot her TV issue. Once Social Mabel came on the line, she was the typical clueless and elderly customer. She didn’t know her TV remote from a damn pencil sharpener, and the last thing she would be caught dead doing was troubleshooting.
Winston: “The first thing we’re going to need to do is reset the TV receiver.”
Customer: “I can’t do that! I’m an old woman, there’s no way I’m bending over to grab that stupid plug.”
Winston: “Okay, well how about we try pressing the power button on the remote. It’s the little red button on the top.”
Customer: “Are you kidding me? The remote is all the way across the room. I’m not getting up to press some dang whatever.”
All the while, I’m shaking my head, and I know she probably went through this for an hour with at least two other agents. CSR’s aren’t allowed to send technicians until they have followed all of the troubleshooting steps first. As I could see, there was no way anyone was going to get past step one with this old pain in the ass. Social Mabel was stonewalling everyone like a fucking pro.
Winston: “Well we need to try troubleshooting if you want to fix your TV.”
Customer: “I’m not trying a darn thing, you get someone out here to fix this, and you get someone out here right now!”
I argued for another five minutes and decided, fuck this, there was no way she was going to get off her old wrinkly ass to do anything.
Winston: “Okay, I’ll send a technician, but it’s going to be $30.”
Another argument ensued, and out of sheer exhaustion, I decided, fuck this, there was no way she was going to spend money on anything other than Walker: Texas Ranger VHS tapes.
Winston: “I’ll waive the tech fee, but I’m just doing it this as a one time courtesy.
Then I slung a few fucking banners across the office for the pity party.
Customer: “That’s right you will. I’m an old lady. I can’t get around the house without help. It hurts to move. I need my TV since I have nothing else.”
Winston: “When would you like the technician out? I have Monday available.”
Customer: “No, I have lunch that day.”
Wasn’t she an old, feeble woman that only had her shitty TV?
Winston: “How about Tuesday?”
Customer: “No, I am meeting my friends at the community center for bridge.”
We continued day by day, and I shit you not, we had to schedule a tech visit a week later because Social Mabel was so damn busy and popular. It turned out that she wasn’t feeble, wasn’t on her deathbed, but instead was fucking lazy. In looking back on her eventual hour long battle with customer service, wouldn’t it have been easier for her to just try pressing the fucking power button?