A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 5
A category three hurricane is projected to make landfall at our coastal town within twelve hours. The staff have been told to go home, but the manager and a few of us who live closer are loading up sandbags and locking the store down for safety. A customer marches up to the front door as we’re closing.
Customer: “Wait! You’re not closing! I need plastic cups. I’m having people over!”
Me: “Ma’am, there’s a hurricane coming.”
Customer: “Well, not right now. You’ve still got time.”
Me: “We’ve got employees trying to get home before the roads close.”
Customer: “Oh, please. I’ve lived here for years. These storms are always overhyped. We’ll be fine.”
Me: “That’s great, ma’am. You can argue with the wind if it shows up early.”
Customer: “Unbelievable. You’re seriously not staying open?”
Me: “Ma’am, a category three hurricane will be here by tonight.”
Customer: “Well… this is a category five inconvenience!”
She complained to the manager as we were locking up. I just about overheard:
Manager: “I’d be very surprised if any of your guests come, ma’am, but if they do, tell them it’s BYOB: bring your own barricade!”
Related:
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 4
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 3
A Storm Of Entitlement, Part 2
A Storm Of Entitlement






