Ok, This one's a bit harsh because I'm a little infuriated.. So tonight's COD is one that I encountered after leaving the ol' work place having just enjoyed a flick with daughter.
We have a space specifically saved for that one special person who does fantastic during the month. That employee that went beyond average each day. We reward them with a few things including prime parking.
Tonight there was a HUGE ASS SUV in it. One that cost a lot of money; and as I was leaving and walking down the steps I see the COD open the door for his lady friend. Walking to my car which was conveniently parked in the next row of spaces directly behind him, I say:
N: Excuse me sir. (I was trying to be polite because he was on his phone.) Sir, sorry. Excuse me.
COD: mumble mumble mumble (into the phone)
N: (in the politest, most un-threatening tone I could muster...and I meant it) I'm a manager here. You're ok now but just to let you know. This is the employee of the month space (pointing to the sign) and we can have your vehicle towed (said sign has a little image of a car being towed for space moochers) for parking here.(speaking to COD still talking into his phone)
COD: (automatic belligerence) Well, 11:40 at night and noone is parked here so obviously they're not working.
N: It doesn't matter, sir. We do screen movies late at night and he could come to that. We can still tow the car and you shouldn't park here.
COD: This is a big crock of fucking.....You can tow any car here. I'm a manager too in customer service.(obviously pissed and climbing into car).
N: (walking away thinking I'm done with mad man) Well, thank you, sir. Have a good evening.
COD: (not quite done with me) What's your name? This is fucking stupid.
N: (spells first and last names slowly so he can write it down) And my boss is (insert name here). And our main phone line is (insert number here). You're more than welcome to call tomorrow.
COD: mumble mumble mumble
N: (certain I'm done now) Well, thank you. Have a good night.
COD: (sarcastically) And thank you for your friendly (stressed more sarcastically than the rest)
mumble mumble mumble
When he pulled out of his space, I was afraid I was going to get run over. Seriously. I've been threatened by vehicle before at a job I held. I don't know why people insist that I'm being a bitch. If I want to be a bitch, the conversation would have been ugly. REAL UGLY.
Two questions pop into my head: What company does he work the fuck for because I hope I never encounter his brand of customer service. Ladies and Gentleman, yes the customer is important but there has to be some guidelines in order for your business to being successful and run smoothly. If you don't take care of your employees, you're going to have some problems. Would you like to be the only person taking care of a crowd of a couple thousand people in a few hours time? I didn't think so. Some employee loyalty is imporant. And secondly, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! that you had to get angry in a matter of two minutes? If God parked his ride there, I would have had the same conversation with him. IT'S NOT YOUR SPACE! Get over it. Apologize and MOVE THE FUCK ON!!!!
Seriously, what is going on with the world and her population? It's the "Entitlement Trend." That's what I've been saying to the others. People have this sense of entitlement. Am I excluding myself? Hell no! I'm just as moronic and selfish as the next human but I swear....there are those that you just want to sit down and have a good chat with. Those rude, careless, apathetic twits that feel noone else exists and they deserve everything....no complaints. Serve me and serve me now.
I encounter those every fucking day.
I spent so much money on gas to come to this movie. I'm the one who walked into the wrong auditorium and missed my movie....so what are you going to give me?
Really? This is something you really want me to answer truthfully because I like my job?
Incidentally, the time that this guy came to the movies was close to an hour after the start of mine. And I know when I arrived at 10:00 there was AMPLE parking in the front row. AMPLE. Yeah, don't give me that bullshit about 'well, that was when you arrived Nae.' Remember, I work there. I know the trends. I know what plays when and how long it's been out and what the crowds are like at the start of the last show. So, I know what the lot is going to look like. And even so, why park there? You couldn't walk a couple extra steps, guy? Why didn't you park in the motorcyle spaces we have reserved? Better yet, the handicapped? Had to choose this one, right? Because it's a good spot. Real good. Right? Sweet and close and just where you want it.
. . .
Selfish? Just a little bit, maybe?