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Condescending, falsely jovial, racially-profiling jerkface (mild language)
Jesus, I knew he'd be a pain when he checked in. Not his complaints about the room. Perfectly legitimate, if they're indeed true. His PARTNER, man, is cool. Alabama bred and the niftiest accent. Jerkface complained about me asking for his ID, though forked it over. Pulled the "this has never happened to me, and I've been coming here for years". I know the latter is true enough, as my manager mentioned it.
Came back a few moments ago. First thing he says, coming in the door, is "Are you people letting this place go to hell in a handbasket or what?" Oh crap, I think, because we've been doing a number of renovations lately and maybe he smells the paint or something. Turns out one of the freaking legs on his table busted out and there's a big stain on the chair, both of which might've been from when the painters piled everything in the middle of the room. So, yeah, that's bad, we'll fix it. But hey, there's more. This guy's "been here for years", by the way. (And is pissed off because he's "bitched to these guys" about not having FOX News for and they never do anything about it. This man comes for one week out of the year.)
JF= Jerkface.
JF: It's those damn Indians, isn't it? They're the eastern Indians, right? The owners?
ME: (flatly) They're Canadian, sir.
JF: But their original nationality, yeah?
ME: ...Is east Indian.
JF: That's what I thought, yeah, that's it then. It happens all the time. It's a damn shame.
I forget what happened after that, other than he called me "baby" and "sweetie" a few more times (acceptable in anyone not irritating). He asertained that nobody who could fix it was on the night shift, so agreed to have someone come do it in the morning. Parted with:
JF: You're the only one who's been nice to me.
Color me unsurprised.
Came back a few moments ago. First thing he says, coming in the door, is "Are you people letting this place go to hell in a handbasket or what?" Oh crap, I think, because we've been doing a number of renovations lately and maybe he smells the paint or something. Turns out one of the freaking legs on his table busted out and there's a big stain on the chair, both of which might've been from when the painters piled everything in the middle of the room. So, yeah, that's bad, we'll fix it. But hey, there's more. This guy's "been here for years", by the way. (And is pissed off because he's "bitched to these guys" about not having FOX News for and they never do anything about it. This man comes for one week out of the year.)
JF= Jerkface.
JF: It's those damn Indians, isn't it? They're the eastern Indians, right? The owners?
ME: (flatly) They're Canadian, sir.
JF: But their original nationality, yeah?
ME: ...Is east Indian.
JF: That's what I thought, yeah, that's it then. It happens all the time. It's a damn shame.
I forget what happened after that, other than he called me "baby" and "sweetie" a few more times (acceptable in anyone not irritating). He asertained that nobody who could fix it was on the night shift, so agreed to have someone come do it in the morning. Parted with:
JF: You're the only one who's been nice to me.
Color me unsurprised.
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