For the past few weeks on my night sfhits, we've had this lady that would sit on one of the lobby computers all night and do Farmville. I assumed her to be a guest, but my gut was telling me she was not.
Just this past weekend, she was here again, so naturally I assumed she was a regular. Towards the end of my shift, she walks down the hall as if to be going to her room. I check on our survailence monitor, and see she actually walked out the side door. This suggests to me she's not actually a guest.
Today she asks for a book of matches.
Me: What room is this for?
S"C": 307
Ahah! We do not have anyone in 307. I believe I caught her in a lie. I believe I now have what I need to confront her next time she mooches our internet.
Just this past weekend, she was here again, so naturally I assumed she was a regular. Towards the end of my shift, she walks down the hall as if to be going to her room. I check on our survailence monitor, and see she actually walked out the side door. This suggests to me she's not actually a guest.
Today she asks for a book of matches.
Me: What room is this for?
S"C": 307
Ahah! We do not have anyone in 307. I believe I caught her in a lie. I believe I now have what I need to confront her next time she mooches our internet.
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