This week, I've been rotated to Receptionist duties, which means I answer phones all day long. Yesterday, I get a call from a very nice older gentleman who had several guestions about Genealogy (iirc). I answered all of them, told him how to get to our office to pick up the certificates, and he commented that he'd be able to stop by KrispyKreme along the way.
Jokingly, I asked him to bring me a donut. We joked about donuts for a short while, and then said goodbye. I didn't give it another thought, just one more of the 200+ calls that day.
This morning I was called to the front office. He'd brought the donuts.
![Shocked :shock:](./images/smilies/icon_eek.gif)
A full dozen of mixed donuts, because he didn't know what kind I liked, just because I was so nice and helpful on the phone.
Now *that's* customer service...
![Laughing :lol:](./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif)
Nitram, slightly high on cough syrup: Do you know you're beautiful?
Me: Nope, that's why I have you around to tell me.
Nitram: You -are- beautiful. Anyone tries to tell you otherwise kill them.
"A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP" -- Leonard Nimoy, last Tweet