Got this one from my CWs...been a while since I've had anything good, so I figured I'd share it. I call this one, simply...
Derp.
A week or two ago, we had someone turn in a lost and found item. It was nothing major, just a fold-up lawn chair, but when the guest turned it in to our front desk, he joked that it was "clearly something valuable." Queue a creepy guy walking up, and doing the douchiest thing imaginable:
Idiot: "Yeah, I think someone turned in an item that I lost."
CW: "Alright, what was the item they turned in?"
Idiot: "Uh...I don't know. The wife is the one who knew."
CW: "O...kay? Well, if you'd like, I can call up to her and find out what you had lost from her?"
Idiot: "Well didn't that guy just turn it in?"
CW: "He turned in A item, but we would need to confirm that it is your item; for that, I would need to know what you lost."
Idiot ranted at CW for a bit, then stormed up to his room...without telling us who he was, or what his room number was, so we couldn't call his wife. We figured that he was just a scuzzball trying to steal, and forgot about it.
Fast forward to today, that ass got one of our internet surveys, and railed on about how we sucked, and how we wouldn't give him his lost item back. Of course, he conveniently left out the part about how he could/would not even identify what he was supposedly missing. Right. Sure.
Fuckwit.
Derp.
A week or two ago, we had someone turn in a lost and found item. It was nothing major, just a fold-up lawn chair, but when the guest turned it in to our front desk, he joked that it was "clearly something valuable." Queue a creepy guy walking up, and doing the douchiest thing imaginable:
Idiot: "Yeah, I think someone turned in an item that I lost."
CW: "Alright, what was the item they turned in?"
Idiot: "Uh...I don't know. The wife is the one who knew."
CW: "O...kay? Well, if you'd like, I can call up to her and find out what you had lost from her?"
Idiot: "Well didn't that guy just turn it in?"
CW: "He turned in A item, but we would need to confirm that it is your item; for that, I would need to know what you lost."
Idiot ranted at CW for a bit, then stormed up to his room...without telling us who he was, or what his room number was, so we couldn't call his wife. We figured that he was just a scuzzball trying to steal, and forgot about it.
Fast forward to today, that ass got one of our internet surveys, and railed on about how we sucked, and how we wouldn't give him his lost item back. Of course, he conveniently left out the part about how he could/would not even identify what he was supposedly missing. Right. Sure.
Fuckwit.
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