Following is the story of the "Stupidest Guest of All Time" in the Tampa DRC building.... (and keep in mind we get the requests for aisle on the plane so they don't mess their hair)
Once upon a time... well, a few months ago actually, I was having a magical day booking rooms and selling tickets and explaining that the three o'clock parade was, indeed, at three o'clock today, when I recieved a call that has since had me watching Crank Yankers, waiting to see myself in puppet form.
A guest called to ask where inside the Magic Kingdom she could find a Western Union. I told her I was quite sure we hadn't any, but I'd confirm if she'd hold (honestly, never occured to me before.. maybe there was one somewhere). So confirm I did, and I informed her that there was in fact none inside MK, but there is a bank, and she could cash a check with her resort GS, where was she staying?
"Staying?" Said she, "What do you mean Staying?"
"Should I look for a resort for you?" I asked
"Fine, I guess," she barked.
"Can I have your name please?"
"WHADDAYA NEED THAT FOR??," she screamed, then paused "I'm comming up on a road toll, do you have a dollar?"
I paused, waited for her car's passenger to answer her.
"I SAID... DO YOU HAVE A DOLLAR??!!!" she screamed.
"Ma'am, are you talking to me?" I said meekly, my voice a bit shaky.
"YES I'M TAKING TO YOU!! DO YOU HAVE A DOLLAR??!!!!" she demanded.
Confused, I responded, "No, Maam. I'm afraid I don't, What kind of resort were you looking for for tonight?"
She hung up.
