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  • Call Me When You're Sober

    ...'cause only then can I help you (...maybe).

    Had a very inebriated guest wander into my lobby. The following conversation occured.

    Cast:
    Me:
    DG: Drunk Guest
    DGW: Drunk Guest Wife(?)

    Me: "Hello, how may I help you?"
    DG: "Er...um..." *mumble mumble* "What?"
    Me: "Do you need a room?"
    DG: "I'm already here!"
    Me: "Then how may I help you?"
    DG: *mumble mumble* "erm....PILLOWS!"
    Me: "Pillows? For which room?"
    DG: "Huh? I don't have a room!"
    Me: "So you do need a room?"
    DG: "Yeah! I need a roooooooom."

    I go about collecting the info for what he needs. During this time, DGW wanders in. She appears completely sober, but lets me continue to deal with DG.

    Me: "Okay, that will be $80, and I'll need to see some ID." (Not exact price, but rounded close enough for the purposes of the story.)
    DG: *pulls out a wad of $1, $5, and $10 bills and slowly attempts to count them, swaying back and forth the whole time...* *puts $20 on my counter* "There'sh shixty..."
    Me: "Sir, that's only $20."
    DG: "Huh?"
    Me: *counts out bills in front of him* "That's $10, $15, $20."
    DG: ".....are you shure?"
    Me: *again, counts out bills in front of him* "That's $10, $15, $20."
    DG: "How mush more do I need?"
    Me: "Sixty dollars."
    DG: *goes back to fiddling with his money*

    Let's just say that you can lather, rinse, and repeat the above a few more times. He put another $15 down, then had me recount, then another $2...during this time, another guest comes in. I can tell DG doesn't have enough, and this is taking way too long.

    Me: "Sir, how about you move over here and count your money while I help this other guest."

    I move DG's bill pile aside. At this point, DGW comes over to help him count. I assist the waiting guest. DG starts to wander into her space; I have him move back over. At some point, DGW leaves, and DG is still counting money.

    Me: *going through process of checking in the guest*
    DG: "Wha?.....WHOA WHERE DID SHE GO?!?!?"
    Guest: "I think she left and went that way."

    DG staggers (I wouldn't call it walking) out. He comes in and out a few times before dissappearing.

    Guest: "Thank you for doing that and letting me in ahead."
    Me: "Yeah....that transaction just wasn't going anywhere!"

    After I checked in the guest, I poke my head out, since DG and DGW hadn't returned. I see DG down at the end of the lot, pissing in the bushes. It looked like he was on his way out, so I didn't bother run to down there and chase him. (Just poked my head out again and sure enough, he's gone.) Hopefully, we won't see them again.
    Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

  • #2
    Ugh. Drunk guys suck! Back when I worked at a video store, we had one customer who was always some level of intoxicated. On this particular day, he returned a movie late in the morning. About forty-five minutes later, he came back and asked me if he had returned a movie. I told him that he had. He asked if he could have it back because he hadn't watched it yet. He was out of luck.

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    • #3
      try being in a situation like after a night home football game and for 2 hours all you get is drunk people ordering.

      hotels
      1. they can not remember what hotel they are staying at
      2. they think they are in a different hotel than the one they are actually staying at
      3. if they do remember the hotel correctly then they forget what room number they are in.
      4. they call from a differnt city/town (30 miles away) and think we deliver to them
      5. CST goes into FULL swing as in 40 mintue delivery time turns into either a promised time of 20 minutes or less or "I HAVE BEEN WAITING for over an hour for my order" when in fact it has been less than 35 minutes.
      6. and the inevitable passing out whilst waiting for the delivery to take place.

      at home
      1, they slur their speach so much that iit is hard to get the street name right as some of the street names can sound alike when badly slurred.
      2.and the inevitable passing out whilst waiting for the delivery to take place.


      now this is not to say all drunks are bad. esp if the local team wins tips can be pretty good as everyone is in a VERY happy mood.
      I'm lost without a paddle and headed up SH*T creek.
      -- Life Sucks Then You Die.


      "I'll believe corp. are people when Texas executes one."

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      • #4
        Oh, I totally forgot about that game. I'm so glad I don't live up there.
        "Is it hot in here to you? It's very warm, isn't it?"--Nero, probably

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