Blow this! - How not to interact with potential customers

What a better way to spend an upcoming date night than doing something that the Mrs. has wanted to do for a while; take a glass blowing class.  A quick internet search and I discover that there's a big glass blowing studio right on Magazine street.  What luck!  The website says that they offer two hour glass blowing classes, but doesn't give information on price or scheduling so I used the fancy webform on the contact page to write a simple message.  (All indented quotes have been directly copied and pasted from emails)

I'm interested in the two hour glass blowing class.  What is the cost per person (I'd have two people) and do you have classes on Saturday, 10/16?

I thought that my message was pretty clear and simple, and expected a simple answer.  Later on that evening I get a response.

Please give us a contact number in the message box. We have requested this to fill in all the blanks required to have the information automatically generate off of the computer to you. We look forward toward better assisting you as often the date you are requesting is filling up.  We want to let you know the times on the date you have requested that are are available  Thank you the admissions office...

Hmmm...  Ok.  I guess I was just expecting a short email response with a price and a couple of times.  If you wanted a phone number, create a mandatory phone number field on the webform. That and you probably could have answered my question three times in the time it took you write that b.s. about automatically generating information off the computer.  I could automatically tell that that was not an automatic response.  Whatever, I'll resubmit the form.  

I'm interested in the two hour glass blowing class.  What is the cost per person (I'd have two people) and do you have classes on Saturday, 10/16?  614-...-....

Ok, now I'll get an automatic response from the computer, right?  No, my cell phone starts to rattle the change in my pocket while I'm in a meeting at work.  Sorry, can't talk, that's why I submitted a webform.  When I get back to check my email, I've got this waiting for me.  

We tried to call you regarding your inquiry for the class on the Saturday the  16 of October, Please give us a time when we can have a two way conversation to better assist you, Thank you the admissions office

How's about you just answer my questions first?  I called the number and a woman answers assertively.  I explain that I had submitted a webform with a couple of questions earlier and that I got a message from them saying to call.  She repeats that they tried to call me earlier.  Yes, I know, I was working.  She states that they're a school and can't talk all the time either.  Ok that's the great thing about email - a response can be sent when it's convenient for only one of the parties rather than when it's convenient for both.  You should really learn to utilized this amazing technology. 

She goes into describing the class, how long it is, that we might make a few little pieces.  That's great, I got that from the website...  She finally gets around to saying that the class of $140 per person and they have a spot open at 1:30pm on Saturday.  Hooray!  Not hooray that there's a spot open, but hooray that she finally answered my questions!  Good, go, sign me up!  Oh wait, nevermind, she says that they will send me a registration form that night to complete by the next day.  Then she tells me that I'll need to wear all cotton clothing, sunglasses, and bring a camera to show everybody my new life.  Get it? My "new life," as if I'll have so much fun that I'll become addicted and quit my job so I can fully focus on exploring the magic of manipulating molten silica.  Ha, OK lady, just send me the form.

By 9:30 am the next morning, I still hadn't seen this registration form, so I responded to one of the previous emails.

Hi, I spoke with somebody there last night and they said they'd be sending me a registration form to fill out.  Will I be getting that at some point today?  Thanks, Steve

Five minutes later, my phone comes to life again.  I'm lectured that the person with the form was out of the office, but they'd still need to get my credit card number to reserve my timeslot.  Only one person can send an electronic registration form?  Odd, but if taking my credit card info works, OK.  It seems like you could've asked for this last time we spoke, but here's my number.  Before she hangs up, she coldly regurgitates "wear all cotton clothing, sunglasses, and bring a camera to show everybody your new life."  You keep saying that.  I'm not joining a cult, it's a two hour class.  You're not being a good salesperson, you're just being creepy.

Around 10pm that evening, I get sent the registration form via email.  Lo and behold it has all the same information, pricing, etc. that I was told over the last two phone conversations.  Why couldn't you have just sent this to me after my first webform submittal and saved us all time?  I looked at the form and realized that they basically already had all the information they needed from me to reserve the date.  My efficiency seeking brain asks "do I really have to print, fill out, scan, and email this back or can I just print it and take it in person?"  I made the mistake of sending them another email.

Can I bring this form to the class with me tomorrow or do I need to submit it ahead of time.  ~Thanks, Steve

A few minutes later, I get a rather unnerving response.

Please call as soon as possible as we need to talk to you. Thank  you, the admissions office

Did I do something wrong?  Did I win some super amazing glass blowing prize package?  Did Timmy fall down the well?  I call and the same lady answers.  I say that I got an email saying to call and she says abruptly tells me that she has no idea who I am.  Ok, my name is Steven H. and we've been talking for the last three days about this class.  Finally putting the pieces together she starts questioning me as to why I can't fill out the form, scan it, and send it back.  I try to explain that I'm not in the office and could get my wife to do it if really necessary, but could we just skip some steps and fax it back or bring it in person?  She very directly asks "What, you don't have a computer?" 

Ok, lady, you're warming up my arguing engine.  I dreadfully wanted to  enumerate the faults in the line of reasoning behind her question such as:

1. I never said I didn't have a computer
2. We've been emailing for three days now 
3. Inability to complete the requested process would come from not having any one of the following: computer, printer, paper, scanner, writing utensil, internet, electricity, hands, eyes, literacy, etc. 
4. Even if I lacked one or more of the items in (3), my question was if I needed to submit if before the class.  A simple "yes" would close the inquiry.  

I kept my nicey-nice pants on and repeated that I could submit it if needed, but they already had my name, class I wanted, time, date, and credit card number which is basically everything on the form.  Then she tells me that they need to get my credit card number to reserve the class.  Waitwaitwait, I already gave you my credit card information, what did you do with it?  She mumbles something about not being able to find my email address (in spite of already having sent me four emails) and because of that she must have misplaced my card information.  But don't worry, "it's safe."  You lost my credit card number, but it's safe?  Elucidate for me how exactly you can say that my credit card information is safe if you don't even know where it is.    

At that point I'd had enough.  It's one thing to be rude and sarcastic and difficult, but if you're competent, I'll give you some leeway.  If you're stupid, but you're really nice, I'll give you some leeway.  But when you're rude, sarcastic, difficult, and you f*ck up, I don't want to deal with you.  I told her to cancel my reservation.  I got a huffy "You don't want to take the class anymore?"  No thanks, I'll go blow my $280 on whiskey and ice cream sandwiches.  When you find my credit card information, please lose it again, doesn't seem like that should be a problem for you.  

Whew... That was way more complicated than it needed to be.  At least I don't have to deal with those unpleasant people anymore.  From any respectable business I might have expected a follow-up email along these lines.

Mr. Steevo, 

We apologize for losing your banking information and that we could not better accommodate your needs.  We hope that you'll consider taking classes with us in the future.  

Kind Regards,

The Admissions Office

I do get an email about two hours after my canceling my reservation.  

thank you as we have a waiting list an we quickly filled your place. The admissions office

Really?  Not a "sorry," but a "screw you, we don't need your business anyway."  Well, New Orleans School of Glassworks and Printmaking Studio, you sure seem proud that you have a waiting list and terrible interpersonal skills.  Now you're also the proud recipient of a negative write-up on an obscure blog and a one star review on not so obscure Google.

Cheers~