The dreaded preface. I love it, it's so dramatic, really. "Young lady, I worked in the airlines for thirty-eight years. I have been all over the country and the world, stayed at countless hotels. And I'm telling you: This key does not work."
Same lady who, a little bit before, had told me that she'd been trying the key card forwards, backwards, upside down, nearly sideways, and it still wouldn't work. ...A reason, I assume, having something to do with her attempt to use the card in every way possible besides the one and only direction in which it'll work.
The way she was describing it, I thought the battery might be winding down, so I sent the hard key with her. She couldn't get that one to work either, so I got the boss to come out and look at it. He predicted user error and was perfectly on the mark. Not only was he on the mark and immediately got the door open with each and every method she failed at (I'd given her several different types of keys, throughout this), she FOUGHT him about it. Claiming that the hard key he was using looked nothing like the duplicate copy of it that I'd lent her. Bossman was hardpressed not to snark off to her as he so desperately wanted to.
Last I heard from her before going off shift: "I'd like a second key. Not that it'll work, of course."
Give up, lady. Good God.
Same lady who, a little bit before, had told me that she'd been trying the key card forwards, backwards, upside down, nearly sideways, and it still wouldn't work. ...A reason, I assume, having something to do with her attempt to use the card in every way possible besides the one and only direction in which it'll work.
The way she was describing it, I thought the battery might be winding down, so I sent the hard key with her. She couldn't get that one to work either, so I got the boss to come out and look at it. He predicted user error and was perfectly on the mark. Not only was he on the mark and immediately got the door open with each and every method she failed at (I'd given her several different types of keys, throughout this), she FOUGHT him about it. Claiming that the hard key he was using looked nothing like the duplicate copy of it that I'd lent her. Bossman was hardpressed not to snark off to her as he so desperately wanted to.
Last I heard from her before going off shift: "I'd like a second key. Not that it'll work, of course."
Give up, lady. Good God.

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