One Man’s Trash Is… Another Man’s Trash

| Right | June 22, 2008

Hotel guest: *glances at front desk* “Do you have any newspapers?”

Me: “If there aren’t any out on the counter, we’re all out.”

Hotel guest: “Are you sure?”

Me: “Yes sir, I’m sure. If I had any more, I assure you they’d be sitting there on the counter.”

Hotel guest: ¬†”Okay, is there one in there?” *points to trashcan behind the front desk*

Me: ¬†”Um, sir… are you asking if there are any newspapers… in the trash?”

Hotel guest: “Yes.”

Me: ¬†”Um… well… sir… I don’t think you want to look through here, there’s food and all sorts of gross–”

Hotel guest: “I want to look through there for a newspaper.”

Me: ¬†”Um, okay…”

(He brings the trash to the front and starts digging through it.)

Hotel guest: ¬†”UGH! This trash is DISGUSTING!” *storms off*

(There was a gas station literally 100 feet away from the hotel. This guy would rather dig through the trash for a newspaper than walk up the street and buy one.)

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