Ok, our bowling alley has 64 lanes. The front desk sits directly in front of lanes 26 - 30.
Background: Saturday mornings I have no concourse until 11am (I get in at 8am), which means during these times if anything goes wrong with a lane, other than a mechanical problem, (stuff like pins in the lane, or the ball doesn't make it all the way down, or if they need the bumpers put up) *I'M* the one that has to go and do it.
Second, when we have birthday parties scheduled, we have to have EVERYONE off the lanes that the parties are using at least an hour before hand. So, if the party is at noon, we can't use those lanes after 11am.
This lady comes in with her grandson around 10:30. First of all, she's yakking away on her cell phone. She's not listening to what I'm saying, and won't let me get a word in edge wise.
She wants to bowl for an hour. (From 10:30 - 11:30, remember I can't use B-Day lanes after 11.)
She asks if I can put her on lane 1 because her grandson likes that lane. Well lane one is out in the middle of nowhere AND it's being used for a birthday party later. So I ask if I can put her closer because I have no concourse right now and it's easier on me.
*Remember, she's yakking on her cell too
Her: "Ok, how bout lane 6?"
Yeah... that's a LOT closer...
Me: "How about 26?"
Which, you know, is right in front of me.
Her: "Lane 6 is good."
Me: "I can put you on 26."
Her: "So we can have lane 6?"
Me: "I can put you on TWENTY-six."
Her: "Ok, lane 6 will work."
Me (thinking): "Bitch, I'm about to slap you."
Me: *audible sigh* *Throw hands up, and shake head* "Whatever, just go to six."
I just wanted her out of my face at that point, it was too damn early in the morning, and I had to much to do, to stand there and argue with her.
So i walk all the way down there to put the bumpers up, making it a point to display how aggravated I was with the task. I even slammed the bumper-stick (A piece of rebar with a chunk of rubber stuck on one end) down on a table near them. I really didn't care if she was put off at that point. I WANTED her to be, maybe she'd get the hint and actually LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY.
Later on, the manager did scold me for having someone on those lanes past 11 o'clock, until I related the story to her. She just rolled her eyes and understood WHY I did it.
To top it off, a guy comes in after her with 3 kids, and doesn't know ANY of their shoe-sizes. He even picked the little one up and showed me his foot, as if I'd actually know what size shoe the kid actually wear just by looking at it.
(He also needed the ball-ramp, which I didn't mind getting except for the fact that I had to walk all the way down to the other end of the bowling alley and into the back room to get it... more frustrating than anything.)
Luckily I won't have this problem anymore, because they hired a new guy to work concourse on weekend mornings, and he's able to start at 8
(The other guy they had doing it bowled in a league on Saturday mornings, so while he was there, he wasn't able to work until 11am)
Background: Saturday mornings I have no concourse until 11am (I get in at 8am), which means during these times if anything goes wrong with a lane, other than a mechanical problem, (stuff like pins in the lane, or the ball doesn't make it all the way down, or if they need the bumpers put up) *I'M* the one that has to go and do it.
Second, when we have birthday parties scheduled, we have to have EVERYONE off the lanes that the parties are using at least an hour before hand. So, if the party is at noon, we can't use those lanes after 11am.
This lady comes in with her grandson around 10:30. First of all, she's yakking away on her cell phone. She's not listening to what I'm saying, and won't let me get a word in edge wise.
She wants to bowl for an hour. (From 10:30 - 11:30, remember I can't use B-Day lanes after 11.)
She asks if I can put her on lane 1 because her grandson likes that lane. Well lane one is out in the middle of nowhere AND it's being used for a birthday party later. So I ask if I can put her closer because I have no concourse right now and it's easier on me.
*Remember, she's yakking on her cell too
Her: "Ok, how bout lane 6?"
Yeah... that's a LOT closer...
Me: "How about 26?"
Which, you know, is right in front of me.
Her: "Lane 6 is good."
Me: "I can put you on 26."
Her: "So we can have lane 6?"
Me: "I can put you on TWENTY-six."
Her: "Ok, lane 6 will work."
Me (thinking): "Bitch, I'm about to slap you."
Me: *audible sigh* *Throw hands up, and shake head* "Whatever, just go to six."
I just wanted her out of my face at that point, it was too damn early in the morning, and I had to much to do, to stand there and argue with her.
So i walk all the way down there to put the bumpers up, making it a point to display how aggravated I was with the task. I even slammed the bumper-stick (A piece of rebar with a chunk of rubber stuck on one end) down on a table near them. I really didn't care if she was put off at that point. I WANTED her to be, maybe she'd get the hint and actually LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY.
Later on, the manager did scold me for having someone on those lanes past 11 o'clock, until I related the story to her. She just rolled her eyes and understood WHY I did it.
To top it off, a guy comes in after her with 3 kids, and doesn't know ANY of their shoe-sizes. He even picked the little one up and showed me his foot, as if I'd actually know what size shoe the kid actually wear just by looking at it.
(He also needed the ball-ramp, which I didn't mind getting except for the fact that I had to walk all the way down to the other end of the bowling alley and into the back room to get it... more frustrating than anything.)
Luckily I won't have this problem anymore, because they hired a new guy to work concourse on weekend mornings, and he's able to start at 8

(The other guy they had doing it bowled in a league on Saturday mornings, so while he was there, he wasn't able to work until 11am)
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