The Service Industry: Your Best Stories Here

Gemme · 03-30-2010, 12:29 PM

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Originally Posted by Medusa

Oooh! OH! Or the time a dude showed up wanting to make 300 copies of his "novel" that included full-color photos of him having sex with random objects such as donuts, stuffed animals, and even a Pringles can.

Maybe it's just my messed up sense of humor (after years of stuff like this and dealing with public in general perhaps) or my voyeurism showing, but this would amuse the Hell out of me,

Then again, as a teen working for BK, I had no problem with the guy who would order his stuff in drive thru and then drive to the window, naked from the waist down and jacking off. I took the money from his free hand, gave him change, and wished him a good day. Of course, as he drove forward, I jotted down his license number and asked the GM to call the 5-0 for a public indecency charge. The police came, I gave them the info between getting orders out (for those of you who don't know, fast food drive thrus are often timed and those times can make or break a raise for the staff and bring down fiery rings of fast food Hell upon the restaurant in general) and thought nothing of it.

Then the dude came back. Doing his thing...literally...again. This time, I'd had a really rough lunch, I'd been up since 3am and I'd had to walk to work that day due to car issues, but I lost it. I started with the inappropriate giggle and then it just escalated from there. I just kind of tossed his food at him and he sped away, but not before I saw the crestfallen look on his face. Sorry, dude. I can do three inches on my own, yanno? Bad luck for him, one of the officers I spoke to before about him was in the lobby and went after him.

I never found out exactly what happened but I didn't see him anymore after that. Too bad, I was just starting to get used to the guy.

Apocalipstic · 03-30-2010, 12:41 PM

A woman in a hotel where I used to work had a baby in the locker room restroom and was screaming It's Not Mine.

Apocalipstic · 03-30-2010, 12:45 PM

At a different hotel, people used to call the front desk screaming that their room had been burglarized....

I would ask them what had alerted them to the alledged break in.

They would reply that the lights were low, the trash was empty, soft music was playing and the bed was turned down.

I would ask if there was a candy and a note about complimentary turn down service on their pillow...(cause every time I break into a room I leave a single fiendish piece of chocolate for them as a memento of my visit)

The Candyman Strikes Again!

Gemme · 03-30-2010, 12:51 PM

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Originally Posted by apocalipstic

A woman in a hotel where I used to work had a baby in the locker room restroom and was screaming It's Not Mine.

*nods*

I call that the Shaggy Syndrome...."it wasn't me!"

Waldo · 03-30-2010, 01:03 PM

You people are depressing the hell out of me.

Apocalipstic · 03-30-2010, 02:27 PM

I work for a Production Company now.

One day someone called and asked to rent a midget. Not book, not hire, not a little person....no, they wanted to rent a midget.

Medusa · 03-30-2010, 02:30 PM

I worked for a financial firm that dealt with reposessing automobiles and boats and also dealt with car loans when I was in my early 20's.

I'll never forget the time I had been dealing with a lady who claimed to have faxed me proof of her cashier's check at least 6 times.
I informed her that we were going to come pick up the car unless she provided the necessary documents, at which time she began screaming, "Im FAXING IT TO YOU RIGHT NOW! IS IT NOT COMING OUT OF YOUR MACHINE RIGHT NOW?"

"No." I answered.

"But Im faxing it AS WE SPEAK", she said.

Come to find out, after me asking her to describe IN DETAIL exactly how she was faxing the papers to me, she was actually holding her papers up to her computer monitor and hitting the "print screen" button repeatedly.

socialjustice_fsu · 03-30-2010, 02:41 PM

I was the director of an adult psychiatric inpatient unit within the confines of our state mental hospital several years back. I would often work late or come in at odd hours (insomnia). My office was in the basement of a very old building that once housed the morgue. It was about 2 AM one morning and I was making some rounds on the units and most all the patient's were either sleeping or unusually quiet (rare but rather nice). I had just settled down to review charts in the basement and this voice bellowed out over the PA system stating boldly, "THIS IS GOD!" Now mind you there were speakers in the pt. rooms much like the one's that are found in modern day hospital rooms today (really therapeutic for paranoid patients). Within a matter of seconds the staff and patient's were out in the halls waiting for 'God' to speak again. Before I could get to the patient that was the guilty party of knowing the code to access the PA system he had spotted a patient turning paintings around and hanging them backwards down the halls as all the commotion was going on. Right before I got the phone away from him he was shouting (where this pt. could not see him) to "Put those paintings back or you don't get your weekend pass, BANG, BANG...signing off, THIS IS GOD."
My guess is several of those patient's remained with us a little longer than anticipated since they had now heard the voice of God. There was quite a bit of xanax dispensed that morning...to staff. God, I miss those days.

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