The Entitlement Parade

You know, the day had been busy but fine...until about an hour ago when the entitlement parade marched across my desk. It was a colorful spectacle full of noise, colorful characters, and a couple of  farting elephants as well I believe. 
I should have passed out balloons and made popcorn. 
You know, I never thought that work could actually frizz out my hair but during the course of the last hour, my hair has slowly but surely been getting bushier and bushier...and bushier... 

Two separate older women bitched me out because we did not have free brochures on something specific. Granted, that's a pet peeve of mine too here but I didn't think it really required the righteous indignation these women were displaying. Seriously, you think I would have taken away their right to vote with the way they reacted.  Holy crap, deny one person of their freebie and its the end of western civilization as well know it! Send out the hounds!! 

Another one of the said women said that our free audio tour was ridiculous because she had to go through the ENTIRE location and LOOK at  things... 
...still trying to grasp that one. 

I usually am in a generous mood. If people are polite and friendly, I will bend the rules.   But come ON bitchy lady with the horde of youngsters with no IDs. I gave you freebies because I was being nice. Don't sit at my desk and continue to bitch because I'm making you pay a whopping FIVE FUCKING DOLLARS for your one senior ticket. You are wearing a Hermes sweater and a carrying Prada bag after spending hundreds of dollars in our gift shop. I'm pretty sure five bucks isn't going to break you. 

Oh...and you? The couple over there? When you cut in line in front of five people, you bet your ass I'm making you go to the back of the line again. Don't roll your eyes and sigh at me like I'm horribly inconveniencing you then proceed to tell me that I shouldn't have made you go to the back of the line. Frankly, you're not that important for me to let you cut in front of others. 

And dude? Yeah, When you smoke a bowl before you come in, be sure to at least spray a little Axe or something on you. You came to the front desk and I suddenly got paranoid and the munchies....and no, I don't sell Doritos here at my desk. 


You. Yeah, you. You watched me get up, walk across the entire lobby and close the door behind the people who came in and left it open, then go back across the lobby and sit back down to work. So what do you do? You pull the door open again and leave it open as you leave anyways. You, are what we in the biz call an asshole. 

Also, this is not JC Penny's. You can't come in to browse then leave. You have to pay an admission for that. So family who told me you were just going to browse around and I stopped you? Yeah don't throw a tantrum when I politely tell you there is admission fee. Yes yes I'm sure everything free where you come from so its a shame we're not. 
Yes I know, we're horrible. 

God, I need a drink.