Quite possibly the most ridiculous Guest accusation EVER
Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 4:31 pm
So I'm at the Launch Ticket Position at work. My job is to hand every guest who wants to ride the Mission:SPACE attraction a "Launch TIcket", which is actually a waiver of sorts in disguise. It's raining, as it does in Florida (hence the nickname "The Sunshine State") and as usual, everyone has to get in some sort of shelter for fear of melting or something... So both Lauch Ticket positions have to find shelter as to not give out wet tickets, 'cause let's face it, they don't hold up well in water.
So, the rain starts POURING and everybody's hugging the left side wall leading to the main recruiting area (the big red ball, or "Mars") to stay out of the rain. That line is cleared in a few minutes and by this point, everyone has found some sort of cover from the downpour. I'm still handing out tickets to the few stragglers out there and here comes a man with a stoller, running up to Mars.
Enter the idiot.
As soon as the man arrives inside with family in tow (wife and 3 kids), the second Launch Ticket position informs the man that the stoller parking area is back down in front of the marquee and asks which version of the ride he wishes to ride. That info was said out of instinct, because usually, stollers aren't allowed in past the marquee anyway (and we STILL haven't found an effective way to handle rain crowds), and the question was asked to prevent the man, if he suddenly decided, "Hell, I'll go on the ride anyway," he wouldn't have snuck past us into the queue without one and find out that he NEEDS one to board the ride in the first place and accuse us of never telling him that in the first place.
Well, apparently, them's fightin' words, as he immediately gets into Launch Ticket 2's face, telling him he needs to get out of the rain. Well, duh. I step in to try to stop this from becoming a worst-case-scenario-way-too-over-the-top-dramatic-scene, asking the guest to try to be calm and "There's no need to get snippy". Oops. Now the guy wheels around to me and exclaims, "Who's getting snippy?! I've been outside for five minutes and you don't have enough common sense to tell me to get out of the rain!!"
............................ Do what now?
Let's go back to that last sentence:
"--You don't have enough common sense to tell me to get out of the rain!!"
................. That's it. The apocalypse is here. I have the pinnacle of ignorance, stupidity, and irresponsibility standing in front of me-- Correction: at this point he's already advanced on me, roughly dragging one of his kids to his side to let me have a good look at her to see her crying. Ah, nothing like using your kids for leverage. Though, come to think of it, I think she and the rest of her siblings were crying mainly because of their father's flaring temper...
Upon being threatened-- and I do believe I was, concidering the way he was behaving-- I immediately backed off, raising my hands in the traditional "I come in peace" fashion (or the "DON'T KILL ME" fashion). I look around and notice that every person in the area had noticed what in the world was going on, and it was hard not to, and were watching intently, either thinking "What's his problem?", "What's he going to do now?", or just, "What?!" At that point, I wanted to at least talk some sense into this idiot, to get him to think and calm down.
"Alright, hang on a second--"
"NO!" Was the only response I remember, due to the fact my temper was starting to flare up. This is a bad thing, 'cause I'm like a dormant volcano: Peaceful most of the time, untill that one moment...
No. No chance in hell. Logic is oblivious to him.
Thank god Green Team Recruter intervened at that moment. I was already visibly shaking because I don't take well to threats, in any way they come. Thinking this is the perfect time to let my coordinator in on this, I proceed to the ride phone which connects to "Mission Control", or the person who monitors the ride systems and is the center of communications in the building, pick it up, asking Mission Control for the coordinator to come to Recruiter because of a "hostile" guest situation.... Not sure why I said "hostile", but at the moment, it seemed fitting.
Whether it was the terms I used to describe what was going on, or the fact that Mission Control could actually hear the man screaming from 25 feet away from the phone, he got right on it. I turn to see the idiot already leaving, I think it was because I was on the phone and knew that he was in trouble. Still shaking a bit, I ask a Cast Member who's tasking to take my position while I collect myself backstage.
So, the rain starts POURING and everybody's hugging the left side wall leading to the main recruiting area (the big red ball, or "Mars") to stay out of the rain. That line is cleared in a few minutes and by this point, everyone has found some sort of cover from the downpour. I'm still handing out tickets to the few stragglers out there and here comes a man with a stoller, running up to Mars.
Enter the idiot.
As soon as the man arrives inside with family in tow (wife and 3 kids), the second Launch Ticket position informs the man that the stoller parking area is back down in front of the marquee and asks which version of the ride he wishes to ride. That info was said out of instinct, because usually, stollers aren't allowed in past the marquee anyway (and we STILL haven't found an effective way to handle rain crowds), and the question was asked to prevent the man, if he suddenly decided, "Hell, I'll go on the ride anyway," he wouldn't have snuck past us into the queue without one and find out that he NEEDS one to board the ride in the first place and accuse us of never telling him that in the first place.
Well, apparently, them's fightin' words, as he immediately gets into Launch Ticket 2's face, telling him he needs to get out of the rain. Well, duh. I step in to try to stop this from becoming a worst-case-scenario-way-too-over-the-top-dramatic-scene, asking the guest to try to be calm and "There's no need to get snippy". Oops. Now the guy wheels around to me and exclaims, "Who's getting snippy?! I've been outside for five minutes and you don't have enough common sense to tell me to get out of the rain!!"
............................ Do what now?
Let's go back to that last sentence:
"--You don't have enough common sense to tell me to get out of the rain!!"
................. That's it. The apocalypse is here. I have the pinnacle of ignorance, stupidity, and irresponsibility standing in front of me-- Correction: at this point he's already advanced on me, roughly dragging one of his kids to his side to let me have a good look at her to see her crying. Ah, nothing like using your kids for leverage. Though, come to think of it, I think she and the rest of her siblings were crying mainly because of their father's flaring temper...
Upon being threatened-- and I do believe I was, concidering the way he was behaving-- I immediately backed off, raising my hands in the traditional "I come in peace" fashion (or the "DON'T KILL ME" fashion). I look around and notice that every person in the area had noticed what in the world was going on, and it was hard not to, and were watching intently, either thinking "What's his problem?", "What's he going to do now?", or just, "What?!" At that point, I wanted to at least talk some sense into this idiot, to get him to think and calm down.
"Alright, hang on a second--"
"NO!" Was the only response I remember, due to the fact my temper was starting to flare up. This is a bad thing, 'cause I'm like a dormant volcano: Peaceful most of the time, untill that one moment...
No. No chance in hell. Logic is oblivious to him.
Thank god Green Team Recruter intervened at that moment. I was already visibly shaking because I don't take well to threats, in any way they come. Thinking this is the perfect time to let my coordinator in on this, I proceed to the ride phone which connects to "Mission Control", or the person who monitors the ride systems and is the center of communications in the building, pick it up, asking Mission Control for the coordinator to come to Recruiter because of a "hostile" guest situation.... Not sure why I said "hostile", but at the moment, it seemed fitting.
Whether it was the terms I used to describe what was going on, or the fact that Mission Control could actually hear the man screaming from 25 feet away from the phone, he got right on it. I turn to see the idiot already leaving, I think it was because I was on the phone and knew that he was in trouble. Still shaking a bit, I ask a Cast Member who's tasking to take my position while I collect myself backstage.