Please Do Not Titillate The Employees
(I’m 17 and am volunteering at the museum for a ride that takes you on a trip to Mars.)
Customer: “Excuse me, can my son go in there?”
Me: “No, I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s no room and this is the last ride.”
Customer: “Hmph.” *drags her son away and whispers something to him*
Customer’s Son: “Um, hi.”
Me: “Yes, sir?”
Customer’s Son: “My mom told me to flirt with you so I could see the ride.”
Me: “Uh… yeah. I can’t let you do that.”
Customer’s Son: “Okay.” *goes back to his mother*
Customer: “Well, fine then, young lady. I want to see your manager.”
Me: “Okay, he’s the man over there in the blue shirt with gold collars.”
Customer: “I’m going to tell him you won’t flirt with my son!” *goes away and takes her son with her*
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?