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When You’re Too Rich To Enjoy The Best Part

, , , , , , | Right | October 25, 2024

I work at a high-end buffet in Vegas. You get sat, are told to wait, I come up and greet you, explain our offerings, go over the drink menu, take a drink order, and then inform you to help yourself while I get the drinks.

As I step away to get the table their drinks, I hear a kid at the table – about eight years old or so – say:

Kid: “So I have to get my own food?”

Mom: “Yes.”

Kid: “I told you we should have brought Michael with us.”

Mom: “No! I told you before, we’re not bringing our butler on vacation.”

PLUR At EDC

, , , , , | Friendly | July 26, 2024

I’m super early at the airport in Las Vegas waiting for check-in to open for my flight to London. I’m coming back from a huge three-day music festival (EDC) where the vibe wasn’t just a love of house and dance music, but an opportunity to live up to the ideals of the festival itself; peace, love, unity, and respect (shortened to ‘PLUR’ at the festival). Therefore, while I am exhausted I am still in a very positive vibe from the weekend.

I then notice a young guy with a backpack, maybe no older than twenty-one or so, who has nervously approached me.

Guy: “Uh, hi… I was wondering if I could ask you for a favour?”

Me: “What do you need?”

Guy: “Uh… I… I kinda need twenty-five bucks.”

Me: “Ah, sorry man. I don’t have any cash on me at all.”

Guy: “It’s just that I’m flying with [budget airline] and they wanna charge me twenty-five bucks to print my boarding pass.”

Me: “What?! That’s daylight robbery! Can’t you bring it up on your phone?”

He then holds out the remains of a very smashed and very-beyond-help phone.

Guy: “I broke it this weekend and I can’t afford a new one.”

At this point, my brain quickly plays through a few trains of thought. This guy could be lying, and just trying to scam $25 from a random passenger as a pity ploy. But… he could also be genuine and I thought if I were him in that situation and I had to muster up the courage to ask random strangers for help, I would be so d*** grateful if someone could help me. 

Also, I was super early for my flight, and I could afford to lose $25 even if it was a scam. If nothing else it wouldn’t sit right in my soul to not help this young man if it was within my ability to do so.

Me: “Does [Budget Airline] accept credit card?”

Guy: “Yeah, they do.”

Me: “Okay, my man, lead the way. I’ll do you a solid.”

Guy: “Oh my God; for real?!”

Me: “Yeah, I would want someone to help me if I was in your situation. Let’s go get you a boarding pass.”

We walk across the terminal. On the way he’s gushing about how grateful he is and how ashamed he feels for getting himself in this situation and I tell him to calm down and instead ask him about where he’s flying and why he’s in Las Vegas. He tells me he was in town for the same music festival I was here for, and had managed to score a last-minute Sunday ticket when one became available. His phone was smashed at the festival, and he didn’t realise he’d be charged for a physical boarding pass.

We get to the check-in desk and the woman working there explains the pass is $25. I swipe my credit card for him and he gets his pass.

Guy: “Seriously, thank you so much. Send me your Venmo! I’ll pay you back when I have money!”

Me: “Seriously, it’s fine. Just get yourself home safe and sound and don’t worry about it.”

Guy: “No, I mean it. I’ll pay you back.”

Me: “How about you pay me back by telling me what your favourite part of the festival was?”

Guy: “Up until now it was listening to Kaskade’s set, but now it’s what you just did for me!”

Me: “Hey, it’s all about the PLUR, right?”

Guy: “Yeah! PLUR is alive! Thanks so much!”

For some reason, it felt right to hug, so we did, we said our goodbyes, and off he went to his gate. Up until that moment, my favourite moment of the weekend had also been a set from a DJ whose music I loved, but I think that moment of being able to help another human being topped it too.

What Happens In Vegas… Sometimes Makes No Sense

, , , , , , , , , | Working | July 23, 2024

I booked a trip to Vegas in 2019… and then 2020 happened. The booking agency allowed me to push it out a year. By the time it came around again in 2021, masks were still required in public places.

I was watching my husband at a blackjack table, drink in hand. I moved my mask down to take a sip, and I heard a clap. The dealer was pointing at me.

Dealer: “Hey! Mask on or get out.”

Me: “I was just taking a sip—”

Dealer: “Mask on. Or get out.”

Me: “Okay, sorry.”

I looked around and saw that people at other tables were doing exactly what I was doing, but no one was correcting them. Even an older, well-dressed man at the same table was doing it, but still, [Dealer] said nothing.

A few minutes later, I wanted another sip. This time, I slipped the straw up under my mask, keeping my mouth and nose covered.

Dealer: “Seriously? Wear your mask or get out.”

Husband: “How is she supposed to enjoy her drink if she can’t move her mask?”

Dealer: “It’s policy.”

Husband: “And I’m asking for clarification on that policy. [Casino] sold her a drink but also requires facial coverings. How does that work?”

Another player — not the well-dressed man I mentioned — spoke up.

Other Player: “That is a little weird, isn’t it?”

[Dealer] didn’t say anything. A moment later, security arrived.

Security: “Everything okay over here?”

Dealer: *Gesturing to me* “She keeps taking her mask off.”

Security: “Ma’am, masks are required in [Casino].”

Me: “I moved it to take a sip and put it right back.”

Other Player: “Can you clarify how we are supposed to eat or drink here with our masks on?”

Security: “Of course. You may briefly move or lower your mask to eat or drink, but you must put it back between sips or whenever you are not eating.”

Me: “So, this is okay?”

I pulled my mask down, took a sip, and put it back. [Dealer] was watching with an unhappy expression but said nothing.

Security: “Yes, that is fine. Is there an issue?”

Husband: *Pointing to [Dealer]* “He told her she couldn’t do that or put the straw under her mask. Meanwhile, this gentleman over here is doing the same thing, and the dealer hasn’t said anything.”

Well-Dressed Man: “You know, I believe he’s right. Was I wrong, too?”

Security: “I see. Well, what you are doing is fine.”

Me: “Thank you.”

Security left, and the game went on. The dealer was clearly unhappy but didn’t correct me anymore.

Some Passengers Need A Blanket Ban

, , , , , , , , , | Right | May 22, 2024

I work for an airline. I will admit that our passengers are pretty legit most of the time aside from the typical grumpy, annoying, run-of-the-mill BS, so when someone is abnormally terrible, it’s hard to forget.

It’s a morning flight from Las Vegas to Seattle, and the whole crew is on the last leg of their four-day trip, exhausted and trying to get home. This classic Vegas five-foot-nothing blonde floozy begins to board in last night’s clothes and makeup, with NO SHOES, and starts demanding blankets.

Me: “We don’t have blankets on our flights, ma’am.”

We are a super short-haul budget airline, and I try to explain this.

Passenger: “You’re all just lying and being lazy!”

This whole time, she’s holding up boarding.

Me: “Ma’am, ain’t nobody got blankets here. Please take your seat. Like, now.”

She takes her seat but within five minutes she’s ringing her call light repeatedly, bothering the other flight attendants.

Passenger: *In a demanding tone* “Stop being lazy and just get me a blanket!”

She’s not causing too big a disturbance (being crazy, obviously, but no swearing or yelling), so other than her reluctance to just chill out, I really have no reason to kick her off the flight.

Yet.

The gate agent gives us a final opportunity to kick her off, but she seems to have finally come to terms with the lack of blankets and chilled out. The pilots have to hold off our departure to press a few more buttons or whatever, and while we’re waiting at the gate, that’s when she loses it. Had we taken off with her on board, Lord only knows how much patience I would have had.

Passenger: *In an even more demanding tone* “I want all of your names! I’m going to get you all fired! Get me my blanket!”

Me: “Ma’am! I promise that if we had blankets, it would be soooo much easier to give them to you than to continue having this terrible conversation.”

She then starts cussing and throwing out some slurs. I give our gate agent the go-ahead to take her off the flight, but now she refuses to leave. The passengers are all getting angry and yelling:

Passengers: “KICK HER OFF ALREADY!”

At this point, the procedure is to call the police if a passenger refuses to leave, which can result in arrest. Explaining this usually lights a fire under any resistant passenger’s a** and gets them off the plane. Unfortunately, police are at least an hour out from being available to arrest her, so they send the three biggest airport firefighters to the scene.

She once again refuses, and all logic is out the window.

Passenger: “I have a medical condition! It’s my circulation! I can’t walk off the plane anymore! Just let me fly!”

Firefighter: “Yeah, and that won’t somehow turn into an in-air medical s*** show. Yeah, but no.”

With the captain, the flight attendants, the firefighters, and the gate agents all standing around trying to reason with her that she’s holding up all these nice people, she finally cooperates.

Passenger: “Fine! But I have to be wheeled off the plane because I can’t walk!”

That meant pulling out our little ghetto onboard wheelchair, which was the only thing narrow enough to fit down the aisles.

Gritting our teeth, we wheeled her a** off! I s*** you not, the whole cabin CHEERED. They said we — as a crew — handled everything as well as we could’ve, so that was a relief.

Because Retail Workers Aren’t Human, Part 4

, , , , , | Right | March 31, 2024

Customer: “So, where do you all go when you’re not on your shift?”

Me: “I go home.”

Customer: “Oh, like upstairs?”

Me: “No, to my house. I live with my parents still.”

Customer: “Wait, how do you live there? Don’t you, like, live in the casino?”

Me: “Yes, I sleep under a slot machine.”

I guess Las Vegas is only made of hotels and casinos. The staff of those places don’t live anywhere; they evaporate at the end of every day.

Related:
Because Retail Workers Aren’t Human, Part 3
Because Retail Workers Aren’t Human, Part 2
Because Retail Workers Aren’t Human