Pulling From Deep In The Complaint Pool
I work graveyard security at a hotel. I don’t deal with a lot of people, which is great after working in fast food and tourism, and many I do interact with are relatively polite. Some, however, are not.
I am the only one who works on this site at night, so there are no night auditors or supervisors on site. While we have a hot tub and pool, they are closed at night due to not meeting specifications in my state that allow for night swimming; specifically, there is not enough lighting, among other things, leaving it to be quite dark. They are closed from dusk to dawn. It’s my job to enforce the rules, so I do.
Around midnight, I am doing a security round when I hear that the hot tub is running. I turn on my body cam before approaching and note that there are two people in the hot tub. I can see that the one guest who ends up talking to me is a white man in his late sixties who is quite a bit larger than my hundred-pound self. All I see of the other guest is that they have long brown hair.
Me: “Hi, how are you guys doing tonight?”
Guest: “Fine.”
Me: “Are you guys staying here on the property?”
Guest: “Yeah, we’re in [room].”
Me: “Okay, well, I do need you guys to get on out. The hot tub is closed at night.”
Guest: *As he’s getting out* “Well, that’s not what the restaurant staff said! They told us that it was open all night long!”
Internally, I say, “Yeah, that’s a load of crap. The restaurant staff knows it’s closed at night. They’ve kicked people out before I’ve gotten here. They’ve also been closed for two hours now.”
Out loud, I say:
Me: “Well, unfortunately, they were mistaken. If you had asked at the front desk, they would have been able to give you better information.”
Guest: “You know, you should be a lot nicer. We’re paying a lot of money to stay here.”
Me: “Noted.”
I wait while they leave, shut off the jets, and continue my round. About fifteen minutes later, I receive a call on the site phone. Three guesses who it is.
Me: “[Hotel] security.”
Guest: “Is there anyone else I can talk to there?”
Me: “No, sir, I am the only person here.”
Guest: “What about someone higher up?”
Me: “I am the highest authority on site.”
Guest: “Fine, I’ll call tomorrow.” *Hangs up*
Great, a problem guest. I texted my boss about the situation and sent him a copy of the body cam footage.
I promptly forgot the incident until I woke up the next day. My boss had forwarded an email from one of the hotel managers about this guy.
The guest did keep his word and complained, but the exaggerations he made were, frankly, funny. He claimed I had kicked them out because I was racist against biracial couples. (Nope, you just weren’t following the rules.) The hotel manager even stated in his email that he didn’t believe this guy but wanted security to be aware of it.
My boss called the guest personally, at which point he added more things to his initial complaint. He said there were a bunch of people on the pool deck that I didn’t talk to. (One, people are allowed on the pool deck, just not swimming, and two, body cam and security cameras both showed that to be a lie.) He claimed that there were parties going on all night. (We had zero noise complaints, and I have a track record of making sure people stay quiet.) And he claimed that they didn’t feel safe staying there because of me.
My partner is a supervisor in the same security company as I am, and so he showed me the command staff chat the day after this incident. They were all laughing at the ridiculousness of this guy; they had all seen the body cam footage to review my conduct. My favorite line is still, “Racism is when no hot tub,” and I have a habit of randomly saying that for minor inconveniences.
All in all, my boss just told me to fake an apology and play nice if I saw him again. Guess who never showed up for their apology?