"Thank you for calling Place I Work, my name is My Name. How can I help you?"
"Thank you, my name is Somebody With A Horribly Thick Accent, and I have a coostomer on the line who will only speak to an Amirican agent."
Oh shit, one of those. I was a little surprised because the name on the account was very French, and she had only a French television package on her account. I guess I figured someone foreign would be a little more understanding, but whatever. She came on the line and I started to do my usual greeting.
"Non!" she interrupted me. "No, I will not talk to you! I can tell by your voice that you are very far away, you are very quiet, and I will only talk to someone in this country!"
What the hell? She can tell by my voice that I'm far away? "I understand ma'am, but I can assure you I'm in the U.S. I'm three states east of you."
"No! I'm tired of you people lying to me and I will only speak to someone in Americaland!"
I didn't snort. Really. At least not until I'd gotten the crazy bitch to the contract department because she was insisting she shouldn't have to pay for a $600 piece of equipment she just didn't return.