Unfiltered Story #250544
I am a concierge in a boutique luxury hotel that has a very swanky roof top lounge near that overlooks Pike Place Market. Locals and guests alike flock here for the posh setting and panoramic views. We’ve had a chaotic night when our valet garage has an issue with the sprinkler system meaning my boss is back and forth between the fire panel in his office and on the phone with the fire department. That being said police and fire men are filtering off and on our property. This night two bar patrons, a couple, are smoking in the valet zone out front when my manager approaches to let them know they must smoke 20 ft away from any doors in compliance with Washington state law. They seem to understand. Once my manager has gone inside and to his back desk the guy comes busting through the lobby doors.
Male Patron: Where is your pussy manager? He just KICKED my girlfriend to the curb. That fucking pussy doesn’t live in my world.
Confused Front Desk Agent: I apologize sir, she was knocked over outside by our staff? Is there anything I can do to assist?
At this point everyone in the lobby gets quiet and uncomfortable. Our manager is mild mannered and keeps a cool head. His hurting anything than himself by working excessively is out of character so we are all paused worried if we need to call 911, and what the hell the story is.
Male Patron: I book big business here! I’ve booked MANY events here. Get me your pussy ass manager. This is unacceptable and insane.
Cue my very befuddled manager at the commotion to come out. The guy immediately starts bee lining to him.
Manager: Sir, how can I assist you?
Male Patron: YOU DON’T LIVE IN MY WORLD, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU CAN’T KICK MY GIRLFRIEND TO THE CURB. I BOOK BUSINESS HERE! BIG BUSINESS! YOU AND YOUR MINIONS DON’T GET IT. YOU DON’T LIVE IN MY WORLD BUDDY, I CAN TELL YOU THAT RIGHT NOW. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO KICK MY GIRLFRIEND TO THE CURB?
Manager: I apologize about the confusion sir but smoking is not permitted within 20 ft of any door per Washington state law.
Male Patron: YOU RAN TO YOUR BACK OFFICE TO HIDE FROM ME YOU PUSSY. YOU AND YOUR SMUG MINIONS THINK THIS IS FUNNY? YOU THINK IT’S AMUSING?
The guy starts getting almost nose to nose with my manager. He has balled his fists and it’s getting tense. Suddenly the girlfriend comes into the lobby after finishing her smoke and sees her guy making a scene.
Girlfriend: It’s okay! It’s okay! Babe, it’s okay. I’m so sorry. We are so sorry.
She continues talking him down and convincing him to leave while he is puffing his chest, he starts backing off. It doesn’t pay to entertain crazy so everyone is backing off while he starts walking off with a few expletives thrown over his shoulder. My manager refers to us as his minions now.