I was talking to a gruff customer on the phone who is a regular at my fathers’ store. He was angry that I’d asked him to come in and pay a deposit on an overseas order, as is our policy. My father had never made him pay one before because he is a filthy rule breaker who likes to cause trouble. Out of nowhere the guy goes:
“Is there something wrong with ya’ voice love?”
To which I responded, “No sir, there’s not”, before attempting to explain the situation.
“Really? You sound weird. Like all low and gravelly.”
“That’s just how my voice sounds sir,” I responded. At this point, I was offended and confused.