Locked In Battle
(We’ve been closed for around fifteen minutes. All the exterior building lights, parking lot lights, and signs are off. Half of the dining room lights are off, and most of the chairs are up on the tables. The doors are locked, but I am holding one open for the last customers to exit, so that I can make sure it closes completely behind them. Before they are even all the way through the door a woman comes up and tries the other door which is closed and locked. When she can’t get it to open, she pushes inside through the door the customers are currently leaving through, squishing me and the exiting customers. I quickly move in front of her.)
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we are closed for the evening.”
Woman: “No, you’re not.”
Me: “Yes, ma’am, we are.”
Woman: “That’s okay; I just have to go to the bathroom.”
(She starts to shove past me.)
Me: *forcefully* “No, ma’am. We are closed. You need to leave.”
Woman: “Fine! Maybe you should learn to lock your doors if you are closed!”
(She storms out.)
Me: “That’s what I was trying to do!”