Dear Starbucks,
Thank you for the three, no, four, "I'm sorry"s I just received from your customer-facing, and management, partners at the Crowne Starbucks at 307, Rockville, MD today.
I am not going to provide you the full address of the store. You are capable of looking that up, aren't you?
Thank you for saying
"I'm sorry"
instead of serving me one of your delicious tomato-mozzarella sandwiches on a Friday.
All the alternative sandwiches you had ... they all, every single one of them, had meat in them.
Thank you for not providing a vegie sandwich alternative on a Friday, or, on everyday, to your customers who choose to abstain from meat, or who cannot eat meat, for religious or for other reasons.
Thank you for, when I presented my $10 coupon, with a redemption code right on there, that I received for Fathers' day, thank you for saying "I'm sorry" instead of honoring the coupon.
Thank you for that.
Thank you, especially, for your POS partner looking at it helplessly for a while, then her calling her training partner, and him looking helplessly for awhile.
His quote of the day, "Uh, I don't know how to do this."
So he calls the managing partner.
She looks at it for a while. She doesn't give the excuse quote. No, she tells me:
"It needs a redemption code."
I show her the redemption code.
"No, you have to go online and get us a barcode. We can't do this." (emphasis mine)
So, my family got me a certificate. $10. It has a redemption code.
For Fathers' Day.
And Starbucks took ten minutes to process this order to tell me "I'm sorry" four times, one for the meat-only sandwich options, and one, each time for their inability to process my, hello, Fathers' Day coupon, and then the final not-"I'm sorry" for saying I should have done something that I already (verifiably) did.
Take away
I'm wondering, for Starbucks, how much does an "I'm sorry" cost them. I'm not wondering how much it cost the megalithic-Starbucks. I know how much it costs them.
Nothing. Business at the 307 Rockville Starbucks is on the rise. Their "I'm sorry" costs them negative.
I'm wondering, for Starbucks, how much each of those "I'm sorry"s cost each of those customer-facing partners.
Again, I know the answer to that, too:
Nothing. They said, "I'm sorry" which means "no, tough luck," and they went on with their day, totally unaffected. They aren't sorry.
I wish they actually were sorry when they said "I'm sorry" for me. It would have made me feel a tiny-teensy bit better.
You know what would have made me feel good? As a Starbucks customer? A Starbucks "partner"?
Service.
And honoring my tendered payment, for goods I actually didn't want, but I settled for, because, hm, I was hungry, and Starbucks is supposed to be effective in meeting their customer needs efficiently.
Starbucks. I have a question for you. I have a picture of your store front. I have the original receipt. And I have a really pissed off attitude, and I have a cell phone number and email address.
What are you going to do about this?
What are you going to do to train your store employees (not partners, because I saw no initiative that a partner would take. But I did get four "I'm sorry"s so that makes it all okey-dokey in their book. Not in mine), so that they deliver customer service instead of delivering excuses to customers?
What are you going to do to make this one pissed-off customer (again, not partner, because I do not feel included in your service, I felt very much kicked to the curb) a little bit less pissed off at you?
Served. Ball is in your court, Starbucks. How are you going to return to serviceable standing?
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Friday, June 20, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Rising 2014 Customer Service Store: Harris Teeter
Okay, I'm going to show you a couple of pictures here. Harris Teeter Lincolnia had Dasani water on sale, 24 pack for $4.99 or about half off, but:
That's right, there was no Dasani water. And, last night, they had their store-branded organic plain yogurt on sale, two for $6, but again:
Yep, no yogurt.
So, today, in the store, I was like, "Okay, joke's over." Was this a new store policy? "Oh, we have stuff on sale, geophf, but you can't buy it! HA!"
So I went up to the cashier, a nice lady, and explained my frustration, and she said, "Ooh, go to customer service, they'll either get it for you if we have it in stock in back or they'll give you a rain check if we don't."
I did not know that. I walked away from that conversation a whole lot less frustrated.
So, I did go to customer service, and the young man there looked in the aisles and confirmed that, yes, they were not in stock. "I'll write you rain checks for them."
"Okay," I said.
But the manager, Kelly, walked up during all this, and it wasn't okay for her. She said, "Ooh, the Dasani doesn't come until Thursday, do you want Deer Park or Aquafina?"
No, I don't. I don't like their waters. I like Dasani.
I'm picky, you see.
But she was fine with that, too. "How about these six packs instead, you could get four of those."
The problem with that was the the six packs were $4.99 each! Which would be four times as much as the sale.
But Kelly said, "No, I'll substitute them for the sale. Just tell the cashier that Kelly said this is the substitute for the 24-pack sale and all four packs come to a total of $4.99."
Okay, four packs for the price of one? I was absolutely thrilled with that.
But, in for a penny, in for a pound, yes? The Aladdin effect and all that.
Don't worry, y'all: geophf reads management-speak books, just hang in there for my happy ending.
I said, "What about the yogurt?"
Kelly said, "Well, we don't get that until Thursday, too, but would you be willing to take Dannon?"
Dannon? Ick. I said, "Um, no, I was talking about your organic plain yogurt, would you substitute Stoney Field?" I asked this hopefully.
Guess what Kelly said? "Oh, the organic yogurt? Sure, we can do that."
So, guess what? I got the Stoney Field plain organic yogurt, at $4 per quart originally at the sale price of the store-branded organic yogurt, and even got a discount off that for my time and trouble: two quart containers for all of $4.
Was I happy about this? You bet. Actually: I like the Harris Teeter store brand of their organic yogurt more than most other organic yogurts out there, it's really well blended and less OhMyGoshThisYogurtIsTooSWEET! that other organic yogurts suffer from. My preference was Harris Teeter organic yogurt, but my pleasure was getting (very good) organic yogurt when the supply just wasn't there.
And I have been without #skyr for too, too many days already.
So.
I told Kelly I tweeted my troubles last night and @HarrisTeeter often responds to my tweets.
"Yes," she said, "Harris Teeter is very customer-focused."
I have to agree. I'll go further: I have never received such good customer-focused service from a store, unless I have (and I have) stood in the middle of the noosphere and screamed my head off about customer neglect from other vendors, treating me with contempt, rather than with respect.
But that was another set of entries, not this one. This entry is about the respect I received from Harris Teeter today. This one, I told Kelly, "I'm going to mention you by name: you help has been simply incredible."
She was shy about that, saying: "Oh, you don't have to do that!"
But I did. The manager, Kelly (I know her last name, I'm just internet-protecting it, you know), at the Lincolnia Harris Teeter took initiative, and didn't just settle for Harris Teeter (good) policy of giving a rain check on a sale, she made sure her customer left her store not only happy, but amazed, and not only amazed, but simply floored at the way she, and, by extension: Harris Teeter, treat their customers: with respect, seeing they got what they came for, and were happy about it.
Kelly: thank you. Harris Teeter, thank you.
My nomination for rising 2014 Customer Service Store? Harris Teeter. They turned a doubly-frustrating experience, two days in a row, into one where I left the store an amazed evangelist.
That's right, there was no Dasani water. And, last night, they had their store-branded organic plain yogurt on sale, two for $6, but again:
Yep, no yogurt.
So, today, in the store, I was like, "Okay, joke's over." Was this a new store policy? "Oh, we have stuff on sale, geophf, but you can't buy it! HA!"
So I went up to the cashier, a nice lady, and explained my frustration, and she said, "Ooh, go to customer service, they'll either get it for you if we have it in stock in back or they'll give you a rain check if we don't."
I did not know that. I walked away from that conversation a whole lot less frustrated.
So, I did go to customer service, and the young man there looked in the aisles and confirmed that, yes, they were not in stock. "I'll write you rain checks for them."
"Okay," I said.
But the manager, Kelly, walked up during all this, and it wasn't okay for her. She said, "Ooh, the Dasani doesn't come until Thursday, do you want Deer Park or Aquafina?"
No, I don't. I don't like their waters. I like Dasani.
I'm picky, you see.
But she was fine with that, too. "How about these six packs instead, you could get four of those."
The problem with that was the the six packs were $4.99 each! Which would be four times as much as the sale.
But Kelly said, "No, I'll substitute them for the sale. Just tell the cashier that Kelly said this is the substitute for the 24-pack sale and all four packs come to a total of $4.99."
Okay, four packs for the price of one? I was absolutely thrilled with that.
But, in for a penny, in for a pound, yes? The Aladdin effect and all that.
Don't worry, y'all: geophf reads management-speak books, just hang in there for my happy ending.
I said, "What about the yogurt?"
Kelly said, "Well, we don't get that until Thursday, too, but would you be willing to take Dannon?"
Dannon? Ick. I said, "Um, no, I was talking about your organic plain yogurt, would you substitute Stoney Field?" I asked this hopefully.
Guess what Kelly said? "Oh, the organic yogurt? Sure, we can do that."
So, guess what? I got the Stoney Field plain organic yogurt, at $4 per quart originally at the sale price of the store-branded organic yogurt, and even got a discount off that for my time and trouble: two quart containers for all of $4.
Was I happy about this? You bet. Actually: I like the Harris Teeter store brand of their organic yogurt more than most other organic yogurts out there, it's really well blended and less OhMyGoshThisYogurtIsTooSWEET! that other organic yogurts suffer from. My preference was Harris Teeter organic yogurt, but my pleasure was getting (very good) organic yogurt when the supply just wasn't there.
And I have been without #skyr for too, too many days already.
So.
I told Kelly I tweeted my troubles last night and @HarrisTeeter often responds to my tweets.
"Yes," she said, "Harris Teeter is very customer-focused."
I have to agree. I'll go further: I have never received such good customer-focused service from a store, unless I have (and I have) stood in the middle of the noosphere and screamed my head off about customer neglect from other vendors, treating me with contempt, rather than with respect.
But that was another set of entries, not this one. This entry is about the respect I received from Harris Teeter today. This one, I told Kelly, "I'm going to mention you by name: you help has been simply incredible."
She was shy about that, saying: "Oh, you don't have to do that!"
But I did. The manager, Kelly (I know her last name, I'm just internet-protecting it, you know), at the Lincolnia Harris Teeter took initiative, and didn't just settle for Harris Teeter (good) policy of giving a rain check on a sale, she made sure her customer left her store not only happy, but amazed, and not only amazed, but simply floored at the way she, and, by extension: Harris Teeter, treat their customers: with respect, seeing they got what they came for, and were happy about it.
Kelly: thank you. Harris Teeter, thank you.
My nomination for rising 2014 Customer Service Store? Harris Teeter. They turned a doubly-frustrating experience, two days in a row, into one where I left the store an amazed evangelist.
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