Stupid Guest Tricks

Buggy wrote:Re: The Gingerbread House.

Y'know when we were there, they were handing out free taste samples from the sales window. It was a tasty house..

LOL...and there are those SG's (not you) who believe that they actually take chunks of it off the building to hand out. "I would like a piece of the porch please" :D:

MonorailCoPilot wrote:Over all though I noticed much less cell phone use in the parks- maybe everyone's just texting now so it's quieter than them yammering in them which I cannot stand. . .

What's really fun is when someone gets on the truck, I am doing my spiel, they make/take a call, and I stop talking, though I have to keep driving. After a few moments of silence, they realize what is going on.

When you get on my safari truck, silence your cell phones. Any chance I can get a Faraday Cage to put around my truck?

I've gone to stores, etc., and have been just browsing and people come up to me and ask if I work there. And I'm not even wearing anything even remotely like what the staff wear, mind you.
I guess they look around, and the first person who somehow fits their mental profile of what a staff member should look like automatically becomes, in their mind, a store employee, or else they know you're not a store employee, but think to take a chance that you might be able to help them. If I can help them, I try. But If I don't know, I gently say I'm not an employee, and point them to where they are likely to find someone to help them.

I apparently have a "theme park employee" sign tatooed on my forehead, since I get asked questions all the time (and NOT only at my own park). I had just moved to O-town and my brother was in town visiting. We had decided to splurge and go to Universal since I had Disney and Sea World tickets covered (I worked in both those parks and that was before Sea World and Universal started letting each other's team members through the gates). I had never been there before. We got a map and went to get in our first line. A lady tapped me on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but can you tell me what rides my little daughter might enjoy?" My brother said the only thing more amazing than immediately being asked a question as if I worked there or at least knew the place like the back of my hand was that I immediately answered, "well, I think she'd enjoy the Barney show! It's right back that way (three fingered point)!" I can pretty much tell you instincively where the nearest restrooms are in any park too.

GRUMPY PIRATE wrote:Good point, I have a full mustache but still get asked from time to time, guess I look "responsible" (hehehehe)

A responsible Pirate??? Hardly. :D:

felinefan wrote:I've gone to stores, etc., and have been just browsing and people come up to me and ask if I work there. And I'm not even wearing anything even remotely like what the staff wear, mind you.
I guess they look around, and the first person who somehow fits their mental profile of what a staff member should look like automatically becomes, in their mind, a store employee, or else they know you're not a store employee, but think to take a chance that you might be able to help them. If I can help them, I try. But If I don't know, I gently say I'm not an employee, and point them to where they are likely to find someone to help them.

I get it all the time as well. I think it comes from people just wanting ANYONE to help them. It does not mnatter if it is a salesperson or not. They just don't want to look for something themselves and they figure that if you are shopping there, you just might know where things are. It is called L-A-Z-Y! They don't want to go look for the item or FIND a salesperson, so they ask the nearest person to them. I have had it happen so often, and when I am OBVIOUSLY not an employee, like wearing short shorts and a tank top and flip flops in a Macys!!!!!!
sues

Okay, I've saved the worst for last. Sorry to say, it's not funny and the SG doesn't get revenged upon. Writing this makes me fume about it all over again. So... what would you guys have done?

Number 1. We've just boarded the Disney Wonder, and we head to the Parrot Cay restaurant for the lunch buffet. Normally we go up to Deck 9 to the Beach Blanket Buffet, but (1) we wanted to do something different this time and (2) it is REALLY cold outside, so we figure the inside tables will all be taken.

Because of the weather, though, it seems everyone else has gone to Parrot Cay, and there's a wait for tables. We put our names on a list and are directed to chairs in the nearby Promenade Lounge to wait.

Forty-five minutes later, we're pretty hungry, and our names are finally called. Now, to picture this, you've got to realize that the CM handling the waiting list is closer to the Lounge than the restaurant. He/she calls the family's name and party size and then sends them up to the restaurant entrance to be seated.

We hear our family name, "party of six," and we go to the CM with the list, and she directs us to the restaurant. We stand there for a couple of minutes waiting on a server to take us to a specific table.

There is a smaller party ahead of us, and one lone middle-aged ugly guy milling around nearby. (Foreshadowing -- spot the SG!!!) The smaller party is seated, and by the time a server comes for us, the lone guy is ahead of us.

"Party of six?" the server asks.

"Yes" I answer, but so does the wart-faced buffoon standing nearby!

Now, I'm confused, have no idea what's going on, but the server is in a rush and doesn't notice anything out of place. He takes off at a brisk walk through the restaurant, with the seven of us in tow -- the six of us plus the balding ignoramus.

The server barely slows down to indicate a table for six and then moves on. The tiny-brained glue-sniffer plops himself down in one of the chairs.

We stand there stunned. It finally dawns on me that this guy is cutting in line, stealing our table -- he heard "party of 6" and planted himself ahead of us.

We're almost too dumbfounded to say anything, but we protest to the guy that we were the party of six that was called. No, it was him, he smugly says. Where's your family, then? We ask.

"Oh, they're on their way," he replies -- as he pulls out his cell phone to call them.

We flag a nearby server and sputter out the situation. Thankfully, another table for six is open and we are seated in it immediately. I gather that the server considers this a solution to the issue and doesn't do anything to the monkey-faced SG -- who to him is also a paying customer on the first day of his cruise, as well, I'm sure.

Within a few minutes we've given our drink order and are headed for the buffet. The snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings is still smugly sitting at the table alone, waiting for his family.

So, apart from looks that could kill from each member of our family (which the barf-head studiously avoids meeting), he gets away with it.

I've debated several options since that time. One, having the six of us sit down at the table with him and make him make us move, but that would be an awful lot of conflict to endure when we're tired, hungry, and starting a cruise. The other would have been to memorize the guy's face and hunt him down over the next few days, making his life miserable in every way possible, but (1) I don't want to look at him enough to do that, and (2) that's whole lot of anger to carry around.

So... we shake it off, let it go, and enjoy the rest of the cruise. And it was a fantastic trip, too. It was just a lousy way to start it, thanks to that one selfish SG.

So, again, what would you do?

HMMMM....tough call, but realistically, I would have just said to him, as nicely as I could that "I'm sorry, but you seem to have misunderstood, they called our name for a party of six. What is your name? Maybe it is the same?' This would force the Host/seater to look at the list and correct the problem and make him get up without confrontation (well at least on your part--dont know what MonkeyFace --I like Kim Possible. K?) would have done. But if your name was on the list and his wasn't then you would have had it in writing to back it up. Then he would have been SOL.

Now if he had the same last name as you...that would be freaky.

Of course, since they seated you ASAP, not a big problem but you could have always thrown him a nice big marsupial kiss to make his day. I've done that to jerks along with a sweet smile and some batting eyelashes--trust me coming from a fat ugly chick it isnt the same. It throws them for a loop cause they are looking for those bad vibes and arent getting them. I understand the frustration but the big question is...HOW WAS THE FOOD? geez man, dont leave us in suspense.

Spilling a beverage on accident. Playing the lawyer card ;)

ktulu wrote:Spilling a beverage on accident. Playing the lawyer card ;)

It would have to be a hot beverage of course or all the fun would be taken out of it. And the area where said beverage landed would be of utmost importance. We wouldnt want MonkeyFace to have anymore little tree swingers then necessary.

tick tock, Geez I cant help it I type fast

You order the most fruity sitcky drink, then with drink in hand walk toward the front, passing the table with SG, The ship takes a "roll" and you loose your sea legs for a second, just in time to have SG catch it in the front, apologise profusly and offer to have it washed off with the water on the table!!! (try and not giggle!!)