Unfiltered Story #119047

, | Unfiltered | August 27, 2018

(At the Military Memorial Park of Pákozd, where I worked, several old and modern military objects are displayed in the open. Amongst these are nonfunctional artillery, fargos and others; most of them can be freely accessed and “used” (kids love to climb and steer them). However, there is a tank from ’56, which is real, and since its injuries were real, too, it is dangerous to touch and climb. The edges are sharp, and the shell itself is bumpy. There are several forbidding signs with pictures and text “Do not climb” etc, around the tank, a barricade, and even a low chain fence. Despite these, several visitors climb the tank. Below is a small compilation of my experiences.)

Me: Please, do not climb on the tank. It is dangerous!
84 years old man: Young lady, I know it is dangerous, I used to drive these!
*slips, cuts hand* …sorry, do you have a bandage?

Me: Please, sir, get down from the tank. It is forbidden to climb.
Patron: I didn’t know! Girlie, you can’t tell me what to do!
Me: There are five warning signs. We were watching you looking at them. And yes, I can.
Patron: Well, I cannot read!
Me: They also have pictures. Down. Now. *setting my arms a-kimbo. While I’m petite, recently I trained a lot throwing grenades etc. for the park’s activities, and my army green shirt showed off my muscles. *
Patron *suddenly scared, realizing where exactly he is* Sorry, ma’am!
*scurries down*

Me: Please, kids, come down. It is a real tank, it is dangerous to climb. You see how sharp it’s this?
Older kid, about five: Ohh, I see! Sorry, miss! *helps his little brother descend safely*
Father *suddenly shows up*: How dare you shout at my kids? They are upset! They will cry!
Younger kid: Daddy, she didn’t shout…
Father *screaming*: Entitled little bitch, I’ll show you…
Other patron, who previously had a chat with me, laughing: Cool off, man, she was kind…
Me: Please, stop disturbing others, sir, or we will have to escort you out of the premises.
Father: You? That’s rich!
Other patron to me: Please, lieutenant, can I watch you kick his ass? Pretty pretty please!
Father *suddenly terrified, flees*
Kids: Sorry, miss!
Me to other patron: Thank you, but I thought I’ve already confirmed I’m not actually in military?…
Other patron: Yes, but I wanted to see his face, and you definitely look like you are! So… can you tell me more about the trenches?…

Me: Please, sir, do not climb on the barricade, nor the tank. It is dangerous. You are welcome to try the other artilleries, and we have a MIG-29 simulator inside…
Man in flip-flops: Shut up, bitch! I do what I want! *slips, sprints his ankle, starts screaming in pain*
Me: …would you like me to call you an ambulance, sir?
Man *sheepisly* No, sorry… can you call my wife here?… *points to a woman nearby*
I had the satisfaction on watching her chewing him out for his stupidity, and she even gave me a candy bar!

Me: Please, ma’am, climb off the tank. It is dangerous, and forbidden strictly.
Patron: Yeah, I saw the signs. I do what the fuck I want. Go away, little slut!
Me *smiling, pointing to another, new sign* And you don’t care about the wasps inside…?
Patron *screeches, takes off as fast as she can*

Me: Sir, please, do not lift your kids on the tank. It is dangerous.
Patron *doesn’t listen, continues to set his one-year-old baby right next to a big, sharp gash*
His kids have been actually listening, and started to carefully slip down. I helped one of them.
Me to the patron:  Please, sir, take your child off the tank. It is dangerous.
Patron *suddenly screaming* How dare you touch my children! I’ll call the police! I…
*my hunk coworker appears, with a stern face; the patron pales* … I’ll leave…
*takes his children, leaves*

Spotting someone climbing the tank was an everyday occurrence, but most of our patrons were sensible enough for not screaming at us for making them get off. Regrettably, we always had that one idiot (usually an adult) who decided they should ignore all warnings. One time someone decided to climb the tank while there was a protocol event. The actual soldiers took care of him fast!

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