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Ugh, I have a massive headache due to brain cell loss aside from the idiots in box office there was an SC who just killed my brain. Remember this, SC arguments are like boomerangs, they throw them out only to get hit by their own idiocy, hard. Somehow I got hit too.
This guy pulls into the North side parking lot and keeps going. Our north side has reserved spots and we have to make sure that the cars going in have passes with the proper number.
Anyway, guy pulls in, doesn't stop and keeps going. I scream "Hey" loud enough for him to hear, more than enough and yes it was sucky on my part but it was the only way he would listen and stop. As I walk up I get a good luck of what the North side of the arena consists of: This guy looked like your modern day yuppie, I'm talking the loud striped shirt, the short hair with the front sticking up with all that gel, the dark pants, and the fancy shoes. It was screaming it and in my experience with these guys is that they wouldn't notice us peons talking to them if we hit them with a sack of bricks. This exchange takes place: Warning stupidity abound.
Me: Sir, I need to see your NSL pass.
YU: Yeah, yeah, but did you just yell at me.
Me: Why no, (Lying on my part but I didn't want to escalate it.)
YU: Whatever, why do I need to show my pass I'm a regular here. (Regular eh? I'm here all the time and I've never seen you before.)
Me: Well we only thought that since you didn't stop for us and show us anything we thought you may have been sneaking in.
YU: What do you mean? (AHHH, 20 braincells dead!! Man the lifeboats!!!)
M: Okay....... suppose you had a party and you hired a bouncer. You want to make sure that someone you dislike won't get in without a pass. You wouldn't like it if 'I' got in would you?
Y: Yeah.
M: There you go.
Y: But I'm a regular though, I only had to show my pass once. (No, no, no you worthless waste of space, you've killed 50 braincells because of what you just said.)
This went on for a good 2 minutes and thankfully we didn't have any traffic. Right now, I am in the mood for a very very strong drink.
This guy pulls into the North side parking lot and keeps going. Our north side has reserved spots and we have to make sure that the cars going in have passes with the proper number.
Anyway, guy pulls in, doesn't stop and keeps going. I scream "Hey" loud enough for him to hear, more than enough and yes it was sucky on my part but it was the only way he would listen and stop. As I walk up I get a good luck of what the North side of the arena consists of: This guy looked like your modern day yuppie, I'm talking the loud striped shirt, the short hair with the front sticking up with all that gel, the dark pants, and the fancy shoes. It was screaming it and in my experience with these guys is that they wouldn't notice us peons talking to them if we hit them with a sack of bricks. This exchange takes place: Warning stupidity abound.
Me: Sir, I need to see your NSL pass.
YU: Yeah, yeah, but did you just yell at me.
Me: Why no, (Lying on my part but I didn't want to escalate it.)
YU: Whatever, why do I need to show my pass I'm a regular here. (Regular eh? I'm here all the time and I've never seen you before.)
Me: Well we only thought that since you didn't stop for us and show us anything we thought you may have been sneaking in.
YU: What do you mean? (AHHH, 20 braincells dead!! Man the lifeboats!!!)
M: Okay....... suppose you had a party and you hired a bouncer. You want to make sure that someone you dislike won't get in without a pass. You wouldn't like it if 'I' got in would you?
Y: Yeah.
M: There you go.
Y: But I'm a regular though, I only had to show my pass once. (No, no, no you worthless waste of space, you've killed 50 braincells because of what you just said.)
This went on for a good 2 minutes and thankfully we didn't have any traffic. Right now, I am in the mood for a very very strong drink.
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