So, you know how you can either sign the back of a credit/debit card or write "See ID"? Well, a guy came into the hotel where I work tonight with "See ID" written on the back of his. It went down like this:
Me: And how would you like to pay for your room, sir?
Douchebag: Visa.
Me: Alright *sees "See ID" on back of card* I'll just need to see your ID, please.
Douchebag, looking scandalized: What? Why? I never had to have my ID before!
(I know this is a lie, as even if he hadn't written this on the back of his card, all GSRs here are required to attach a copy of every guest's license on their reg. cards)
Me: Sir, it's company policy. Also, you've instructed me to ask for your ID by writing this back here *shows him card*
Douchebag: But that's only for like when I have to buy stuff! Like at a store! (verbatim, i swear)
Me: No, sir...it's for whenever you use your card...anywhere. Also, like I said, it's company policy. I have to get a copy of your ID.
After a few more minutes of bitching, he finally handed over his license. I don't understand what the big goddamn deal was--it did indeed prove that his identity matched that of the CC's owner. Plus, he WROTE "See ID" ON THE BACK OF HIS OWN DAMN CARD, HIMSELF!
Idiot.
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I'm not even sure what the hell this was all about.
Me: I just need to imprint your card and then I'll have it right back to you.
Crazy Bitch: What? Imprint? What does that mean?
Me: This is an old credit card machine. it makes an ink imprint of your card-
Crazy Bitch: So, just anyone can come back here, get that paper, and they'd have my credit card information?!
Me: *disbelieving stare* Well, no ma'am not just anyone can come back here...the door is kept locked and only authorized personnel is allowed back here...not even the housekeepers come back behind the desk.
Crazy Bitch: I don't want to just leave my info lying around!
Me: It isn't just left lying around. It's locked in a drawer after you check out. Only the manager has the key-
Crazy Bitch: So the manager could come in any time and use my credit card?!
Me: ........Listen this is a rule I have to follow...if you do not want me to complete the check in process, I'd be happy to call another hotel and make a reservation for you. (thinking: Please, dear god, just fucking go.)
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?!
Me: And how would you like to pay for your room, sir?
Douchebag: Visa.
Me: Alright *sees "See ID" on back of card* I'll just need to see your ID, please.
Douchebag, looking scandalized: What? Why? I never had to have my ID before!
(I know this is a lie, as even if he hadn't written this on the back of his card, all GSRs here are required to attach a copy of every guest's license on their reg. cards)
Me: Sir, it's company policy. Also, you've instructed me to ask for your ID by writing this back here *shows him card*
Douchebag: But that's only for like when I have to buy stuff! Like at a store! (verbatim, i swear)
Me: No, sir...it's for whenever you use your card...anywhere. Also, like I said, it's company policy. I have to get a copy of your ID.
After a few more minutes of bitching, he finally handed over his license. I don't understand what the big goddamn deal was--it did indeed prove that his identity matched that of the CC's owner. Plus, he WROTE "See ID" ON THE BACK OF HIS OWN DAMN CARD, HIMSELF!
Idiot.
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I'm not even sure what the hell this was all about.
Me: I just need to imprint your card and then I'll have it right back to you.
Crazy Bitch: What? Imprint? What does that mean?
Me: This is an old credit card machine. it makes an ink imprint of your card-
Crazy Bitch: So, just anyone can come back here, get that paper, and they'd have my credit card information?!
Me: *disbelieving stare* Well, no ma'am not just anyone can come back here...the door is kept locked and only authorized personnel is allowed back here...not even the housekeepers come back behind the desk.
Crazy Bitch: I don't want to just leave my info lying around!
Me: It isn't just left lying around. It's locked in a drawer after you check out. Only the manager has the key-
Crazy Bitch: So the manager could come in any time and use my credit card?!
Me: ........Listen this is a rule I have to follow...if you do not want me to complete the check in process, I'd be happy to call another hotel and make a reservation for you. (thinking: Please, dear god, just fucking go.)
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?!
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