So my manager is down getting the scoop on the earlier angry Overweight Man from my story here
In walks this lady in her 80's maybe early 90's. Dressed in like ten different scarves and three bandanas. We'll call her WW and me ARW.
WW: Do you have any rooms available?
ARW: Yes Ma'am we do. How many guests do you have?
WW: A couple.
ARW: I'm sorry Ma'am, how many?
WW: A COUPLE. Did you not hear me? A couple means two, did you not ever learn that!?
I look over at my manager just slightly as if to say WTF
ARW: My apologies ma'am. Do you hav....
interrupted
WW: Do you have Reefer in the rooms?
Give full blown look in manager's direction
ARW: I'm sorry ma'am, what are you referring to?
WW: A reefer! Are you stupid? A small square reefer!
dumbfounded look on mine and the manager's face
WW: For Medicine!!
stab in the dark
ARW: We do have refrigerators in all the room along nearly all the necessary kitchen utilities. Is that what you're looking for?
WW: This is the worst reception I've ever seen! Let me go check with the Chief.
WW leaves the lobby
I look over at my manager and ask her if she heard what I heard. She said yeah. That lady's nuts.
ARW: See!! It's not just me! I get like 30 wonderful people then these nutbars come in.... Do you see!? Do you see? That lady was asking if we had Pot in the rooms!
laughing
Manager: yep. You're fine. Call me if you need me.
I'm done with today. I wanna go back home. 4 years of this shit... Can't wait till my wife is done with school and starts working so I can go back to school.....
Submitted April 21, 2015 at 07:49AM by ARedWerewolf http://ift.tt/1cT4wLr TalesFromTheFrontDesk
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