From Readheadactress, October, 2010:
We were closing up for the evening. In fact our hours sign is in big bold white letters and numbers, yet people still try to come in. Most are understanding, but I have some that are like this asshole.
Cue asshole and his two children.
Me: “Sorry sir, we are actually closed for the night.”
Ass: “So is that the way it works, huh? People who are already here get to stay but no
one else can come in?”
Me: “No, I am actually emptying out the arcade right now. They are just finishing up
their last games and redeeming stuff.”
Ass: “Come on kids, the mean bitch won’t let you in. *turns to me* You ruined my kids‘
Me: “Excuse me sir, but that is uncalled for.”
Ass: “So? I am on vacation from my very important job, something you wouldn’t know
anything about since you are uneducated woman working here.”
Me: “First of all, I am very educated, graduated with honors and a B.A. in theatre and
elementary education and you don’t know me. Second of all, I do not care that you are on
vacation, it does not give you the right to be a jerk to me, especially when I did
nothing wrong. Third, the arcade closes at 11pm sharp and it is not my problem that you
chose to show up 5 minutes after we closed. And lastly, if you are not out of my sight
within 5 seconds, I will be calling security to escort you off the property, without
refund and without your belongings. 1, 2, 3...”
*custy scampers off*
My coworker was behind me the entire time and laughed at me.
Yes I know I broke Disney look, but seriously I do not care. I will not allow someone to
take away the person I am on the inside. I am a real person and deserve to be treated
On a good note, I requested a transfer and I am on a waiting list to be a server. That
means better custys, more money, and less bullshit. But for now, it is back to the arcade.
Love and chocolate peanut butter pie,
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