Dog years

A few weeks ago, after over four years, I finally left my call center job at a pet insurance company. The company is wonderful, my coworkers even more so, but being a call center I had my share of angry, crazy, and/or dumb people. Luckily this is one of the funny dumb ones from a couple years ago.

(M = me, O = oblivious)

M: Thank you for calling Company this is Me.

O: Hi I’m signing up online and it’s asking for my dog’s date of birth, but I don’t know it.

M: That’s fine! Do you know about how old they are?

O: Yes, he’s 3.

M: Great, you can just choose any date of birth that would make him 3 years old.

O: … I don’t know how to do that. I heard human years are different from dog years.

M: laughs then realizes she’s serious You can just choose any date in 2012.

O: Are you sure? But that’s human years.

M: Yes, I’m sure.

O: I don’t know… hangs up

Sometimes I don’t know how these people manage to make it to adulthood.

Edited for awful formatting; thanks /u/spinahvieh and /u/robbielarosa !

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