I just got off work an hour ago, had a customer who was a little bit sucky in a unique way. I was in my usual VIP spot, when this car pulls up. This car is a BMW, looks brand new, and had tinted windows. The windows roll down and the driver is your typical yuppie woman. YOu know the type, always obessed with money, would use her marriage just for financial advantage instead of love and has no qualms about making
their husband broke. Anyway, she pulls up and tries to get in. I stop her and she rolls down her window the following ensues:
Me Italics are thoughts
YW: Yuppie Woman
YW: I need a pass to get in here right? I don't have one though.
Me: You are correct but I cannot let you in without a pass.
YW: So even though I pay this much, *shows me her tickets* (GOOD LORD!! $535.00!!!!! This isn't going to be good.
I need a pass to get in and because I pay that much, you're not letting me all because of some slip of paper?
Me: I'm afraid I can't, we have strict rules to follow.
YW: And who sets these rules?
*I start rattling off some names, when I mention the CEO, she stops me.*
YW: So you're telling me that the bastard who sits in front of me sets these rules?
Me: Uh yes.
YW: When I get through to to him he's gonna be wondering where his dick is.
Needless to say, I was left standing in a state of shock. I really hope she tries it.
their husband broke. Anyway, she pulls up and tries to get in. I stop her and she rolls down her window the following ensues:
Me Italics are thoughts
YW: Yuppie Woman
YW: I need a pass to get in here right? I don't have one though.
Me: You are correct but I cannot let you in without a pass.
YW: So even though I pay this much, *shows me her tickets* (GOOD LORD!! $535.00!!!!! This isn't going to be good.
I need a pass to get in and because I pay that much, you're not letting me all because of some slip of paper?
Me: I'm afraid I can't, we have strict rules to follow.
YW: And who sets these rules?
*I start rattling off some names, when I mention the CEO, she stops me.*
YW: So you're telling me that the bastard who sits in front of me sets these rules?
Me: Uh yes.
YW: When I get through to to him he's gonna be wondering where his dick is.

Needless to say, I was left standing in a state of shock. I really hope she tries it.
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