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    Deaf-Defying Behavior

    | Port Aransas, TX, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Family & Kids

    (I was born deaf. The hotel we are staying for our annual family reunion at the beach has a ‘no running’ rule, and the front desk woman comes out and yells at me, even though I wasn’t running. My dad is also at the pool, resting.)

    Me: *jumps into pool*

    Woman: *walks out to pool* “YOU! How DARE you do that! We have rules. We could kick you out! In fact, I see the manager coming over right now!”

    Dad: “Hey, knock it off! She wasn’t running, and she’s deaf. So quit being so rude and get the stick outta your a**.”

    Woman: *shocked and outraged face* “You liar! You should pay attention to your kid, and be an actual PARENT.” *walks off angrily*

    Me: *in sign* “What just happened?”

    Dad: “Not really sure. I’ll tell you later.”

    (Later that night.)

    Me: *walks past front desk with sister and cousins, talking with them*

    Woman: “I knew it! You’re not deaf. I can hear you talking. I know for a fact deaf people can’t talk!”

    Me: *rolls eyes* “Just because I can talk doesn’t mean I’m not deaf. And just because you can talk doesn’t mean you can say stupid things.” *takes off my cochlear implant, shows her*

    Woman: *gives me a glare full of hatred*

    Me: *smiles sweetly, put implant back on, calls her bitch in sign language, and turns to relatives*

    Woman: “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

    Me: “Have a good night! Or is that what you’re supposed to say to your guests?” *walks away*

    Saved By The Bell

    | USA | Employees, Top

    (I am working the front desk at a hotel.)

    Me: “Front desk. How can I help you?”

    Guest: *speaking quickly* “Need a bellman, please.”

    Me: “Certainly, what room?”

    Guest: “…I don’t know.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, I need a room number to send him to.”

    Guest: “No, no. I need a bellman, please.”

    Me: “Yes, but where are you? What room are you staying in?”

    Guest: “What? No, I’m not staying in the hotel. I just need you to transfer me. I need a bellman.”

    Me: “Transfer you? I’m sorry, sir, I don’t understand. You want me to put a bellman on the phone?”

    Guest: *enunciating clearly* “Please transfer me to Doctor Anita Bellman’s room.”

    Me: “OH! Oh, my god! I’m sorry! Right away!”

    Under The Table Remarks

    | Minneapolis, MN, USA | Employees, Rude & Risque

    (My fiancé and I are checking into a room. While we share a bed, we are abstinent for personal reasons, and generally do not share those reasons with anyone else.)

    Me: “Hi. Do you have any rooms available tonight?”

    Clerk: “All we have left is [Suite]. Is that okay?”

    Me: “Yes, that’s fine. We’ll take that.”

    Clerk: “Cool. Are you guys married? What are you in town for?”

    Fiancé: “Not married, but was looking for a tux.”

    Clerk: “Oh really? Are you okay with just the one bed?”

    Me: *getting uncomfortable* “Yes, we’re fine with that.”

    Clerk: “Okay, that’s cool. When’s the wedding?”

    Me: “It’s [date].”

    Clerk: “Oh awesome! Coming up. So, am I invited?”

    Me: “Ummm…”

    Clerk: “Oh, just kidding. Just kidding. So, you’re in room 108, and just so you know, the coffee table totally holds up if you want to have extra fun.”

    Me: “EXCUSE ME?!”

    Clerk: “Oh, not like that? Totally cool. Enjoy your stay!”

    Me: *to fiancé* “Did he actually say all that to me?”

    (The weirdest thing is, the clerk never seemed to get how uncomfortable he made us!)

    Finally Tipped Off

    , | BC, Canada | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Employees, Food & Drink, Money

    (I am 21 years old and slightly scruffy looking, but hold a prominent position in an ultrasonic based oil and gas service company in northern British Columbia. I take a vacation down south for a family get together. I go out for breakfast.)

    Me: “Hello. I am looking for the restaurant. Can you help me?”

    Security Guard: “Sir, if you want to go into the casino, I need to see some ID.”

    Me: “That is fine; I was unaware that the restaurant was in there.”

    Security Guard: “It’s not. There is a concession there that sells chips but I need to see your ID first.”

    Me: “Look I just want to sit down at a nice place and have a nice meal. If you insist here is my ID.”

    Security Guard: “Okay, sir, the concession is up the stairs and to the left.”

    (I go up to the concession and ask the woman if she could help me. She promptly points me in the right direction. I head down to the restaurant and get a table where I am placed in the farthest back corner with no view.)

    Waitress: “Yeah, what can I get you?”

    Me: “I will have the candied salmon eggs benedict with a glass of orange juice, please.”

    Waitress: “Are you sure? That is quite expensive.”

    Me: “I can afford it, I assure you.”

    Waitress: “Okay, I’m ‘sure’ you can.”

    (I receive my food and it is quite good, but I flag down the waitress to get a refill.)

    Me: “Hello. Can I get another orange juice, please?”

    Waitress: “You know you have to pay for that, right? They are not free refills. This isn’t a cheap restaurant.”

    Me: “Ma’am, I understand that you probably have a lot of people come in that try to dine and dash. I understand that I am not dressed according to my economic status. However, my mother raised me alone on a waitress’ salary and I have always been a believer in very good tips for good service. You have treated me like scum since I walked in here. People are never who you think them to be and I am quite insulted by this. Do you see that brand new fully loaded 2012 Chevy pick up?” *uses key fob* “That’s mine. I am an honest hard working person who is on vacation. But you know what, since you’re so concerned with my money, don’t worry. Now that you’re not getting a tip the bill will be a lot easier on this poor soul.”

    (The waitress’ face turned bright red and she couldn’t even look at me.)

    My Sympathies For Your Management

    | USA | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests

    (I have just finished talking to a guy who is very upset that we we’re sold out. A few days later after that, my manager and I have a chat.)

    Manager: “You know, I got a complaint a few days ago from a guy that was upset about one of our workers not helping him find a room.”

    Me: “Oh, I think I spoke to him! He got really rude when I told him we had no more rooms. He demanded that I find him one.”

    Manager: “Yeah, I thought it was you. He complained that you were very unhelpful.”

    Me: “But he didn’t even stay here! How could he complain?”

    Manager: “Well, he can. And he did.”

    Me: “…”

    Manager: “Just ‘act’ more sympathetic on the phone, okay?” *leaves*


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