No Room For That Behavior

(It is around four am and the phone rings. I pick it up.)

Me: “This is [Hotel]. May I help you?”

Man: *self-important tone* “Yes. I need a room, now.”

Me: “Sorry, but we have no more rooms here, now.”

Man: “Oh.” *expectant pause*

Me: “…”

Man: “…”

Me: “…”

Man: “Hellooooo?!”

Me: “Yes?”

Man: “Well?!”

Me: “Well, what?”

Man: “Aren’t you going to find me another room?! God almighty!”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but I only have access to our hotel’s data, so I can’t tell if any other hotel has space. You’ll have to call them yourself and ask.”

Man: “This is poor customer service! Any other hotel would be begging to find me another room at another hotel! I wouldn’t want to stay with you b****es, anyway!”

Me: “That’s good to hear, but if you curse at me, I’ll hang up.”

Man: “What did you say, you f****** b****?! Do you know who I am?!”

Me: *hangs up*

(It feels good to hang up on crazy people. I pity anyone who can’t!)