A Ballooning Sense Of Entitlement

, | Right | February 23, 2017

(I am with my company’s owner, advertising by handing out free balloons at a agriculture expo. It’s towards the end of the day; we have about two dozen balloons left inflated, and we’ve depleted the helium tank for the day. So, we are handing out the last balloons before quitting for the day.)

Little Girl: “I want a pink balloon!”

Me: “Sorry! I’m all out of pink. I just have these colors left.”

Little Girl: “Hmm… Yellow?”

Girl’s Father: “Nonsense. If you want pink, they will give you pink. Look, they have pink balloons there!” *pointing to my bag of un-inflated balloons*

Me: “I do, but I’m out of helium. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you this yellow balloon that floats, and give you a pink balloon you can blow up and play with at home!”

Little Girl: “Okay!”

Girl’s Father: “No, not okay! The pink balloon won’t float if we just blow it up.”

Me: “Well, that’s all I can do for you.”

Girl’s Father: “Do you have more helium?”

Me: “This is all I have here.”

Girl’s Father: “But where do you have more helium? One of you can run and go get another tank.”

Me: “Look, this is all the helium I have.”

Little Girl: “Daddy! I want the yellow balloon.”

Girl’s Father: “There had to be a way to problem solve this! Can you take the helium from one balloon and use it to inflate a pink balloon?”

Me: “Look, if you want to try that, feel free, but I’m not going to waste time trying to cannibalize one of the balloons for another.”

Girl’s Father: “This is terrible customer service!”

Business Owner: “You know what? I’ll give you all your money back. Oh, wait. They are free. And I am not giving you one at any price. Now we are gonna give these to everyone else who wants a FREE BALLOON. Please leave my booth before I call security.”

(The girl’s father sputtered and turned, yanking his daughter away with him. He pulled her across the concourse while she wailed that she didn’t get a balloon.)

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