Day One: Fine. Day Two: Attempted Kidnapping

, | Gothenburg, Sweden | Right | September 25, 2015

(I’m on my first internship at a hotel restaurant and have received good praise from the boss and the other workers. It’s my second day and since it’s late November, the restaurant is fully booked for various company’s Christmas parties. I’ve just turned 18 and I am legally allowed to serve alcohol to customers. My coworker instructs me what to do and warns me about how ‘free spirited’ the customers can (and will) be. They also tell me that I should report immediately if something happens. The first hour passes by fast and many of the guests are dancing in the middle of the floor. I go to pick up some of the plates from an empty table in one of the corners of the room when someone suddenly grabs my butt. I turn around and see a man around fifty-years-old.)

Me: “What are you doing?!” *I immediately respond and take his hands of my back*

Customer: “Don’t be such a heartbreaker, darling. I was just admiring your behind and couldn’t help myself.”

(He smirks jokingly. To my surprise he doesn’t seem drunk at all.)

Me: “Well, sir, I’m sorry to inform you but I feel very uncomfortable.”

Customer: “Well I have a suggestion that the two of us could move to a more quiet place and maybe get to know each other better.”

(Before I can respond the man proceeds to grab me and drag me out of the room. In my state of panic I catch a glance towards the kitchen door and see, on one of the female coworkers, a shocked face, and how she rushes through the door. The man just reaches the exit when the security chief, a tall and very muscular man, enters through the kitchen doors. He spots the man dragging me out and runs to us.)

Security: “And where are you going with our waiter? I suggests NOWHERE!”

(The entire room stopped and turned to us and the man became pale as a ghost, let me go, and then headed towards the exit. After the man ran away the boss came down and asked if I was all right. I was sent home early to get a good night’s sleep. The scary thing was that the man wasn’t even on the guest list. He had just entered the party without anyone’s permission!)

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True Friends Know All Your Dirty Laundry

| DE, USA | Friendly | September 24, 2015

(I’m alone in my hotel room while on vacation in another state. Because it’s getting late, everything is closed and I’m rather bored. I decide to go to the hotel laundry room to do some laundry and bump into another young woman about my age. She picks up one of my shirts that I’ve dropped on the floor and starts to hand it to me when she sees what’s on it.)

Woman: “Wait, is this yours? You listen to [Metal Band]?”

Me: “Yeah, they’re my favorite band.”

Woman: “Holy crap, mine too!”

(We talk for a bit about music while doing laundry before I return to my room. I’m still bored, so I decide to start playing a video game when I hear a knock at my door.)

Woman: “Sorry if I’m intruding, but I just realized that I’m right next to you and can hear your TV through my wall. Are you playing [Game]?”

Me: “I sure am!”

Woman: “Awesome! I love that game! Can I come play with you? I don’t have anything else to do tonight.”

(I invited her in and we ended up playing for half the night. While playing we discovered that by sheer coincidence we happened to come from the same state in cities that were about thirty minutes away from each other and that we have several other similar interests. And that is the story of how I met my best friend.)

Service With Room To Improve

| USA | Right | September 22, 2015

(I work at a hotel in an affluent city. Property around here goes for millions of dollars.)

Me: “Can I help you?”

Customer: “Yeah, I want a room.”

Me: “Okay, the rate is [rate].”

Customer: *eyes bug out* “What?! How do you justify that?!”

Me: “Um… I don’t know. The sales department sets the prices, not me.”

Customer: “They must be on crack! It’s four walls! And a bed!”

Me: “Right… So, do you want to rent the room?”

Customer: *starts cursing and swearing* “No, I don’t want the room! I just want to know how you can charge that price!”

Me: “Well, the room comes with free internet, and free breakfast… and free gym.”

Customer: *sneeringly* “F*** the breakfast! Take that room and shove it up your a**! And tell that to the ‘sales’ department, too!” *struts off*

Coworker: “Man, what an idiot. He needs some anger management classes.”

Me: *to Coworker* “He’s going to check the hotel next door and across from us, and be back in fifteen minutes.”

Coworker: “No way!”

(I was right!)

Gotta Give Them Credit For Trying

| Finland | Right | September 21, 2015

Me: “Okay, so now that your arrival tomorrow will be after 6 pm, we’d need your credit card details to guarantee for the arrival.”

Customer: “So here’s the number: 123 7881”

Me: “What kind of a credit card is it?”

Customer: “It’s a Visa card”

(All Visas and Mastercards are 16 digits.)

Me: “Are you reading the numbers in front of the card?”

Customer: “Yes. It’s 123 899912”

(I notice that it’s a different number than what he said before.)

Me: “I’m not sure if that’s your library card number or something else but I definitely know it’s not a credit card number.”

Customer: “Oh, you noticed.”

Said With The Breast Of Intentions

| El Paso, TX, USA | Romantic | September 21, 2015

(I work front desk at a hotel and frequently have men come and talk to me trying to make conversation. This night I am wearing a bright orange shirt.)

Guest: “Wow I love that color on you… It really brings out your breasts.”

Me: “…Thank you?”

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