From My_name_is_Kal, TalesFromRetail

I worked in a cheap kid's birthday party place when this story happened. We were always understaffed and this was a huge place with a bunch of two to five year olds running around. One day, only me and one of my coworkers were there at the time, two high school students, and we had a party scheduled to end when the park closes. Not a big deal, this happens nearly every weekend.

My manager had already pissed off the mom before the party, something to do with the pricing of our pizzas (which were simply ordered from the nearby pizza place, again we were cheap). And low and behold, my manager had to leave because she was feeling "ill" right before the party and left me in charge.

When the mom arrived at the store, she said to me "I'm already disappointed in the way this place is run. I won't be recommending it to anybody, which is a shame, because I'm a big name in this town."

Keep in mind, I've lived in this town my whole life and never seen or heard of this lady.

I simply apologized and after calming her down I got her set up in her private party room with her screaming brat of a child. She brought 3 (THREE!!!) trips worth of decorations which I was responsible for setting up, "If you expect a tip," she said with a smug smirk. I managed to set up the party while guests brought in more and more extravagant gifts for her brat while I worked for what turned out to be a 7% tip. She mentioned she was really disappointed again and mentioned about how hopefully her boyfriend and two year old's father would actually show up on time.

When all the guests arrived I began the party. The parties here are more focused on the interaction with the kids instead of video games or rides, since we were geared toward younger children. Well of course the kids weren't behaved ever, but today was especially bad. I couldn't hear myself think, they were so loud! The parents refused to watch their kids because, "That's what he's getting paid for. You get to relax." Thanks party mom.

Nothing crazy happens until the pizza gets to the park. The mother bitched me out for it being a pizza chain pizza rather than being pizza made in the park, because that's my fault. Then the bastard's father shows up. He walks into the bustling party room of gossiping mothers, screaming children, and a very very upset girlfriend.

He walks to the center of the room, asks for everyone's attention, gets down on one knee and proposes to his already beyond upset girlfriend. AT HIS SON'S 2ND BIRTHDAY. An awkward hush swept through the crowd, only to be ended by her agreement. My coworker is in the front at the cash register and claims she heard the bitch being upset about being proposed to at her kid's birthday, between the make out sessions in the middle of the park in front of a bunch of kids. Classy!

Once the party ended the bill came to somewhere around $600 for food, drinks, entertainment, a private room for an hour and a half, a personal assistant to bend to her every whim (me), and accommodations for 25 screaming kids. Completely unacceptable. A fierce battle was fought at the register that day. Screams were hurled at me, but responses about policies and proof of prices were quickly used to defend myself. When she was finally proven wrong she took a deep bitchy breath and said "Wait until my boyfr- fiancee comes up here! He'll show you!"

Her new fiancee came to the front, apologized, paid, and tried to convince her to leave. He really showed me.

Enraged at her fiancee's sanity, she screamed "Well if he wont do what I want, at least the internet will let the people of [town name] know what kind of business you run! People in [town name] know me and respect my opinion! I will leave the most awful yelp review EVER!" and stomped out, nearly forgetting her child.

I just smiled, knowing that she would forever look back on her proposal and remember how much she hated where it happened.

--My_name_is_Kal