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Ok, this is the first of many stories that I've found in the archives of my personal Livejournal during my hiatus from CS. I'm going to try and mark the archive posts as I make them. Also, most of these stories come from my days working in the tourist trap while living in Virginia.
For some background, where I used to work, residents of the town in which the museum was located were entitled to an annual pass for $10 (a comparable pass for non-residents was almost $60). Anyway, in order to be entitled to this pass you must prove that you live in town. Most people do this by providing a drivers license, although two utility bills would work fine also. We had a lot of military folk who lived in town, so they usually went the utility bill route. While we did get our fair share of people who insisted that since they owned a timeshare (or some other garbage like that) and they spend a week every year at said timeshare that they're entitled to resident passes also. Uh, no. We held up that policy to the letter. Anyway, here are a couple of stories from the archives that stuck out.
From the annals of GolfCart34 dated August 6, 2006
Here's my "Good Neighbor Asshat" of the day story. I was sitting at my ticket sales desk, along with a lady who used to be in ticket sales (we'll call her D for the sake of argument) but is now a supervisor of outdoor sales. Al of a sudden this Good Neighbor wench comes in and goes to the window opposite to us where the other ladies on with me today are sitting. Anyway, this woman marches right up to them, proclaims that she is a good neighbor, and wants to know if her grandson, who is just visiting for the day, can go on a walking tour without buying a ticket. So the lady over there tells them that the son has to, in fact, have an annual pass of his own to be entitled to a walking tour. So the woman starts raising a stink about it, all the while D is sitting over here with me, flipping the woman off behind her back. I had to try my hardest not to laugh. It was so funny. I've asked it before and I've asked it again... Why do Good Neighbor's think they're entitled to everything under the sun here just because they share the same zip code as the historic area? Bullshit! They only pay $10 a year for passes. They aren't entitled to shit. When people pay for the $75 pass and up then I kiss their ass because they're spending tons of money and I can usually get complements from them if I do. But fuck the good neighbors. They don't do shit yet expect the world.
From August 16th 2006
I had these jerks who work at a local resort (and live in town) who wouldn't pay the $10 for a resident pass. Um, no. Some employees of the town and some resort employees get the free pass, but this resort was not one of them. They kept saying "But our boss told us to come here and get them for free!" Well boo hoo... Your boss is wrong. Of course, they left without buying any passes. Like $10 is oh so much money. What would they rather do... Pay $75 for a similar pass?
For some background, where I used to work, residents of the town in which the museum was located were entitled to an annual pass for $10 (a comparable pass for non-residents was almost $60). Anyway, in order to be entitled to this pass you must prove that you live in town. Most people do this by providing a drivers license, although two utility bills would work fine also. We had a lot of military folk who lived in town, so they usually went the utility bill route. While we did get our fair share of people who insisted that since they owned a timeshare (or some other garbage like that) and they spend a week every year at said timeshare that they're entitled to resident passes also. Uh, no. We held up that policy to the letter. Anyway, here are a couple of stories from the archives that stuck out.
From the annals of GolfCart34 dated August 6, 2006
Here's my "Good Neighbor Asshat" of the day story. I was sitting at my ticket sales desk, along with a lady who used to be in ticket sales (we'll call her D for the sake of argument) but is now a supervisor of outdoor sales. Al of a sudden this Good Neighbor wench comes in and goes to the window opposite to us where the other ladies on with me today are sitting. Anyway, this woman marches right up to them, proclaims that she is a good neighbor, and wants to know if her grandson, who is just visiting for the day, can go on a walking tour without buying a ticket. So the lady over there tells them that the son has to, in fact, have an annual pass of his own to be entitled to a walking tour. So the woman starts raising a stink about it, all the while D is sitting over here with me, flipping the woman off behind her back. I had to try my hardest not to laugh. It was so funny. I've asked it before and I've asked it again... Why do Good Neighbor's think they're entitled to everything under the sun here just because they share the same zip code as the historic area? Bullshit! They only pay $10 a year for passes. They aren't entitled to shit. When people pay for the $75 pass and up then I kiss their ass because they're spending tons of money and I can usually get complements from them if I do. But fuck the good neighbors. They don't do shit yet expect the world.
From August 16th 2006
I had these jerks who work at a local resort (and live in town) who wouldn't pay the $10 for a resident pass. Um, no. Some employees of the town and some resort employees get the free pass, but this resort was not one of them. They kept saying "But our boss told us to come here and get them for free!" Well boo hoo... Your boss is wrong. Of course, they left without buying any passes. Like $10 is oh so much money. What would they rather do... Pay $75 for a similar pass?
