I am a security guard...stupid skateboarders...grind blockers...vandalism...blah blah blah. Read my other threads for more details on exactly what I do and the stupid people I've dealt with.
So I work a day shift now(woo!), 7AM-3PM. About 1:40 I'm sitting on one of the benches out front taking a short breather in the shade. Directly in front of me, about ten feet away, is one of the infamous benches from my other threads. One of the holy grails of grinding places in all of Tucson, apparently. It has big ol' honkin' grind blockers on it now.
As I'm sitting there three guys on bikes ride up to the bench in front of me. The bench less than ten feet from me. They lean down off their bikes and begin examining the grind blockers and discussing them. I'm about to tell them to leave when I actually begin listening to what they are saying. Only one of them spoke, and he is hereafter referred to as Mr. Douchewaffle.
Mr. D: ...so yeah, we can come back later with a ratchet and just take them off. Wouldn't be to hard. Just toss 'em in the trash, should take 'em a while to get them replaced.
Me: (standing up and walking up to them) Are you guys seriously discussing how you're going to remove the grind blockers in front of the security guard?
Mr. D: (looks completely unperturbed that I am there, or that I am pissed off about what he is saying) Don't worry man, we're gonna do it after you're gone.
Me: (Absolutely fucking speechless. Really, I could not come up with a rational response to this blatant asshattery. My jaw literally dropped.)
Mr. D: (turns back to companions) So yeah, these nuts are loose, see? I can loosen this one with just my hand. The rest should come off with some tools.
Me: You are discussing plans to commit vandalism in front of a uniformed security guard. You do realize this is exactly what I'm supposed to prevent, right?
Mr. D: Like I said, we're gonna do it after you leave. So you're doing your thing right now, keeping this patch safe and secure, and we'll do our thing after you're gone.
Me: Get...get the hell out of here. (I look down at the ground and just point for them to leave. Amazingly, they do so without further comment.)
I mean...gah. The blatant disregard for the law, private property, and decent common sense just amazed me. It took a lot of willpower for me not to smack him in the head with my walkie-talkie. And the kicker? These weren't kids. They weren't even teens. These guys were in their late 20's, possibly early 30's. There is no excuse for their attitude. Are you telling me that they made it this far in life with so little regard for others? Amazing.
I made sure to fill in my relief on what happened, and gave him a description of the bikers. I told him if they show up again at all to just go ahead and call the police. If I come in to work tomorrow and the grind blockers are gone and the benches are all scratched up I may go insane. Plus management is likely to kill someone over this. They're sick and tired of this bullshit.
So I work a day shift now(woo!), 7AM-3PM. About 1:40 I'm sitting on one of the benches out front taking a short breather in the shade. Directly in front of me, about ten feet away, is one of the infamous benches from my other threads. One of the holy grails of grinding places in all of Tucson, apparently. It has big ol' honkin' grind blockers on it now.
As I'm sitting there three guys on bikes ride up to the bench in front of me. The bench less than ten feet from me. They lean down off their bikes and begin examining the grind blockers and discussing them. I'm about to tell them to leave when I actually begin listening to what they are saying. Only one of them spoke, and he is hereafter referred to as Mr. Douchewaffle.
Mr. D: ...so yeah, we can come back later with a ratchet and just take them off. Wouldn't be to hard. Just toss 'em in the trash, should take 'em a while to get them replaced.
Me: (standing up and walking up to them) Are you guys seriously discussing how you're going to remove the grind blockers in front of the security guard?
Mr. D: (looks completely unperturbed that I am there, or that I am pissed off about what he is saying) Don't worry man, we're gonna do it after you're gone.
Me: (Absolutely fucking speechless. Really, I could not come up with a rational response to this blatant asshattery. My jaw literally dropped.)
Mr. D: (turns back to companions) So yeah, these nuts are loose, see? I can loosen this one with just my hand. The rest should come off with some tools.
Me: You are discussing plans to commit vandalism in front of a uniformed security guard. You do realize this is exactly what I'm supposed to prevent, right?
Mr. D: Like I said, we're gonna do it after you leave. So you're doing your thing right now, keeping this patch safe and secure, and we'll do our thing after you're gone.
Me: Get...get the hell out of here. (I look down at the ground and just point for them to leave. Amazingly, they do so without further comment.)
I mean...gah. The blatant disregard for the law, private property, and decent common sense just amazed me. It took a lot of willpower for me not to smack him in the head with my walkie-talkie. And the kicker? These weren't kids. They weren't even teens. These guys were in their late 20's, possibly early 30's. There is no excuse for their attitude. Are you telling me that they made it this far in life with so little regard for others? Amazing.
I made sure to fill in my relief on what happened, and gave him a description of the bikers. I told him if they show up again at all to just go ahead and call the police. If I come in to work tomorrow and the grind blockers are gone and the benches are all scratched up I may go insane. Plus management is likely to kill someone over this. They're sick and tired of this bullshit.
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