Taking A Drunken Stroll Down Memory Lane
(I am a pseudo-bouncer at a restaurant and I have to check IDs at the door to ensure people are of drinking age after curfew. We have one guy who comes in every day of the week to drink and every day I am there he will come to me. I see thousands of people a day and I have a bad memory for faces and names.)
Me: “Hey, what’s up? Before you go upstairs, may I see your ID?”
Customer: “No, you see it every day.”
Me: “But… I can’t let you in without seeing it.”
Customer: *angrily pulls out his wallet and allows me to see his ID* “There. Happy?”
Me: “You’re good. Have a great night!”
Customer: “Listen, just f****** remember me next time.”
(He later got kicked out and banned for being too drunk and disorderly, but every time I see him, I remember him, so I guess it all worked out.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever met a customer who thought the world revolved around them?
