Their Demands Are Making Waves
(I work part-time in the summer season as a lifeguard at a public beach. The waves have been a bit choppier than normal, so I am watching pretty carefully from the chair for anyone that might need help. A lady comes stomping up to me, dripping wet, and I brace myself for a demand to ‘turn down the waves.’)
Woman: “I lost my earring!”
Me: “…I’m sorry to hear that?”
(The woman just stares at me for a second.)
Woman: “Well?”
Me: “I’m very sorry to hear that?”
Woman: *grunts* “Go find it!”
(I stare at her, then down at the beach. She has a tiny little stud in one ear. The chances of me finding the matching stud if it was laying out on the sand would be bad; add in the waves, and it is effectively zero.)
Me: “I’m sorry; I have to stay on duty to keep an eye out for anyone who might be in danger.”
(That is literally the line they gave us in training for when someone invites you to play volleyball or have a drink with them. The lady stared at me, wide-eyed, before she started making a noise like a steaming teapot. Her shrieky whistle rose up to a full scream, and she just stood there, screaming at me for moment, before she spun around and stomped away, still screaming. I found out from a friend that works in a food stand nearby that she came up to the stand to try to file a complaint against me.)
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