customer serviceI think I was just in the Twilight Zone. But I made it back home OK. I’m fine. Not a scratch on me.

I went to my local grocery store and picked up about a dozen things. Put ‘em in a hand-held basket, a big heaping mountain.

I lumbered past the courtesy counter on my way to self-checkout.

A woman at the counter called out “Is that all you have?”

“Who, me?”

“Yes, you.”

“You can’t mean me. This is too much stuff.”

“No, it’s not. Come over here. I’ll ring you up.”

“But you only take a few things here.”

“But if I can keep you from using the new stupid self-checkouts, all the better.”

“You must hate those. Customers must bug you all the time about them.”

“I hate them because it frustrates customers. I don’t mind helping. You shouldn’t have to deal with things that don’t work well. We want you to be happy.”

“Are you for real?”

“Yes, I am for real.”

“Well, you just made my whole day.”

“It’s what I do. Here’s your receipt. Now you have a good night, OK?”

This is not how things normally work in my world. Most of the time I’m the one solving problems, fighting to get people to help or just do their jobs. It’s maddening and exhausting.

I want more of the Twilight Zone, where people go out of their way to assist and tell you it’s not a bother. It’s delightful and refreshing.

Do you have a great customer service story to share? Let’s hear it. I’m so jaded about customer service, I need to know that it lives and breathes in places outside the Twilight Zone.

Stumble it!