Like A Magnet For Idiots

(I work in a hotel. A guest walks up to the front desk, complaining that his parking garage key isn’t working.)

Me: “I’m sorry your key has stopped working. Can I have your room number?”

(The guest gives me his information and waits for me to make a new key.)

Me: “Here you go, and just to be sure please swipe it like this—” *gestures how the machine is set up* “—and try to keep it away from your cell phone.”

(The guest has a large cell phone in his hand, which makes me think it got demagnetized.)

Guest: “Well, that is completely unreasonable!” *storms off*

Me: *thinking to myself* “Okay, but having to return again is not inconvenient for me, but only you.”