(Discovering RHU was like discovering a support group of other damned souls, condemned to wander the earth with "Do you work here?" echoing into eternity.)
Since several of my stories revolve around my years in an ice rink, I'll dub myself FrozenTerror.
I was hired near the end of the hockey season, so my training was done on the fly. Basically, I was a warm body who could do menial tasks, and if I could actually last, that was an added (and unexpected bonus).
With the hockey season tapering down, the rink was closing down earlier in the day than usual. On one Saturday, I was there with two others about 20 minutes after the last event came off the ice. Our Zamboni driver was doing a final resurfacing before closing up, I was out front putting rental skates away, and the manager on duty (MoD) was finalizing office work.
There was a table in the lobby that faced a TV, and a man and his son (about 10 years old) were watching a basketball game while eating pizza and drinking pop. I asked if they were going to be heading out soon since we were closing up, and the dad said, "Right as soon as the game ends."
I glanced up at the TV and saw that there were 11 minutes left in the 2nd quarter. Yeah, that wasn't going to fly.
MoD came out of the office to ask me something, and saw the guy and the kid sitting there. He asked me what they were doing, and I repeated the conversation that we'd just had.
MoD says, "Come with me," and we go over to where they were sitting.
MoD looks down at the kid and says, "Hey buddy, do you want a refill?"
No sooner is it in his hands than his dad grabs him and hustles him out the front door, muttering under his breath the whole time. The front doors slam, and MoD yells across the lobby that, "That took care of that!"
I asked him what had just happened, and he recounted the following conversation to me:
MoD: So how long are you staying?
Dad: Until the end of the game. Hey, can I get a refill too?
Dad: Why not?
MoD: I'm not a waiter, and we're closed anyway.
Dad: Why'd you give my kid a refill?
MoD: Because I didn't want him standing right here while I tell you to get the fuck outta here!
That's when the dad stood up, grabbed the pizza and his kid, and left.