Lock Blocked
(I work at a laser tag centre, which is housed in a converted warehouse. As a party is leaving, I see one of their kids swipe the padlocks off the roller door at the front of the building. After I call the parent in charge, the kid comes back.)
Me: “Hey, thanks for coming back.”
(The kid grumpily slaps the padlocks on the counter.)
Kid: *mumbles* “Sorry.” *he clearly isn’t*
Me: “Er, that’s okay, just… don’t do it again. You mind telling me why you stole these in the first place?”
Kid: “They were just hanging there so I grabbed them.”
Me: “What were you going to use them for?”
Kid: “I dunno, I could go lock s***.”
Me: “You do realise that you would never be able to open whatever you locked, right? Because you don’t have the key?”
Kid: *genuinely surprised* “Aw… didn’t think about that.”
Me: *trying to keep a straight face* “Alright, thank you for your honesty. Go back to your parents…”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?