Woo, first post. I don't have many stories of my own, but my Mom used to work in some interesting jobs with interesting customers.
First the stupidity. My mom worked at a Weinerschnitzel some time ago. The place had a drive-though window and everything. One day someone comes up to order through the drive-thru and... pulls out a gun demanding money. The person working the window shove it shut and runs to lock all the doors. the robber just drove off and left. Kinda scary at the time, but also kinda idiotic.
Now for the celebrity.
A few years later my mom is working at Yosemite National Park. My mom was working at one of the hotels there when guess who walks in. Seriously guess. Got it?
Michael Jackson.
Did ya get it?
This was back when Michael was black and in the Jackson 5. Anyways, he books a room and everyones happy and so forth. Until later when the front desk gets a call. It's Michael! Well, as some may know, he doesn't exactly speak loudly or forcefully. So in this tiny voice Michael says "There's... a spider... in my room. I want someone... to get some bug spray to kill it."
Bill, the manager of the hotel had to deal with this for about a minute after explaining to him that they couldn't kill the spider. After a while bill says "I'm sorry Mr. Jackson but this is a wildlife preserve and we are not allowed to kill anything even if it's a spider." And then slams the phone down. Michael checked out the next day.
First the stupidity. My mom worked at a Weinerschnitzel some time ago. The place had a drive-though window and everything. One day someone comes up to order through the drive-thru and... pulls out a gun demanding money. The person working the window shove it shut and runs to lock all the doors. the robber just drove off and left. Kinda scary at the time, but also kinda idiotic.
Now for the celebrity.
A few years later my mom is working at Yosemite National Park. My mom was working at one of the hotels there when guess who walks in. Seriously guess. Got it?
Michael Jackson.
Did ya get it?
This was back when Michael was black and in the Jackson 5. Anyways, he books a room and everyones happy and so forth. Until later when the front desk gets a call. It's Michael! Well, as some may know, he doesn't exactly speak loudly or forcefully. So in this tiny voice Michael says "There's... a spider... in my room. I want someone... to get some bug spray to kill it."
Bill, the manager of the hotel had to deal with this for about a minute after explaining to him that they couldn't kill the spider. After a while bill says "I'm sorry Mr. Jackson but this is a wildlife preserve and we are not allowed to kill anything even if it's a spider." And then slams the phone down. Michael checked out the next day.
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