I sell tickets at the resort with two theme parks and the boy wizard. A couple comes to my window to pick up a pre-purchased order. We are VERY strict about needing to see ID to pick up these orders, especially for Florida resident tickets, which require proof of residency for everyone over eighteen.
Guest: “But I don’t have my ID; I left it in the car.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but without ID, I cannot issue these tickets.”
Guest: “But I’ve already paid for them!”
Me: “I understand that, but I still need to see your ID. Do you happen to have a picture of it on your phone? That would be sufficient.”
Guest: “Of course not. Who does that?”
Lots of people, actually, but she obviously doesn’t want to hear that.
Guest: “So, are you telling me I have to go all the way back out to my car and back just to get my ID, just to get my tickets that I’ve already paid for?”
Me: “I’m afraid so.”
I’m genuinely sympathetic at this point, as it is a bit of a hike back to the parking garages.
Me: “But when you get back, you won’t have to wait in line again. Just let the person at the start of the line know what’s going on and they can bring you straight back to me. We can at least save you that little bit of time.”
Guest: “I’m not doing that. I want someone to carry me. Can you get someone to do that?”
I’m certain I must have heard her wrong.
Me: “I… I beg… I, uh… Come again?”
Guest: “I’m not walking all the way back there just for my ID. I want someone to pick me up and carry me to my car and back again. Is there someone who will do that?”
We have an awkward staring contest for several seconds until I regain my power of speech. My “customer service conciliatory” voice does not come back for the rest of the conversation.
Me: “No.”
Guest: “Then I want a refund on my tickets. Give me that, instead.”
Me: “Guest Services are the only ones who can refund pre-orders.”
Guest: “I’m not walking all the way over there, either. You’ll do it.”
Guest Services can’t be more than 100 yards away, and she points toward it as she says that, so she clearly knows where it is.
Me: “I cannot. Guest Services can.”
Guest: “I. Want. A. Refund!”
Me: “Go. To. Guest. Services.”
Guest: “I AM NEVER COMING BACK HERE AGAIN, DO YOU PEOPLE HEAR ME?! [HUSBAND], WE’RE GOING HOME!”
She stormed away, not toward Guest Services, but back toward the parking garages. So, judging by the address on the order, she’d presumably gotten up early enough to get to Orlando from close to three hours away by about 9:30 in the morning, only to turn right around and go back home because she wouldn’t walk back to the car for her ID — even though she was going to walk around the park all day. And she was leaving without her money because she wouldn’t walk the tiny distance necessary to get it — even though she was willing to walk back to the car to leave. Whatever makes you feel like you won, lady.