Puke Attack
I clean a local gymnastics gym on the weekends. The owner will rent out the place for birthday parties, and one of the coaches is always present for them.
One weekend, I saw a car pull up about an hour before the party was to start. I was finishing cleaning the lobby, and we had no power as our lights were being replaced. This woman comes in, and heads upstairs (I assumed it was a coach I hadn’t seen yet).
About ten seconds later, she comes STORMING down the stairs and gets in my face and starts yelling, “WHY IS THERE NO POWER?! I’M SUPPOSED TO SET UP FOR THIS PARTY, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT WHEN I CAN’T SEE WHAT I’M DOING?!”
At this point I’m a little stunned, and tell her that per the owner’s policy, she can’t be in the building until the coach arrives, which is about fifteen minutes before the party is to start.
Her face went purple. “HOW DARE YOU TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CANNOT DO! I KNOW (owner) SAID I COULD BE HERE WHENEVER I WANTED, SHE NEVER SAID ANYTHING LIKE THAT! I WON’T TAKE THIS FROM SOME STUPID KID!”
I said, “Fine, but your power won’t be on for another forty-five minutes. You might as well go wait in your car until the coach gets here.” She stomped off, tried to slam the door (and failed), and proceeded to try and call the owner.
When the coach finally arrived, I told her what happened and how she acted towards me. I also left a note for the owner and called her to inform her as well. I left the gym, and went home for the night.
The next morning, I went in to get paid. The owner pulled me aside, and told me I did everything right in that situation.
I found out that not only was that lady completely awful to the coach as well, but that she didn’t pay for the party, and stayed a full hour longer than what she was supposed to have rented.
Then I got the best news possible. When the parents were all inside, apparently her dog had gotten into the cake in her car and eaten about half of it. She then said, “Oh, we can still use it, we’ll just cut around the parts the dog ate.”
Forty minutes later, however, she came running back into the gym, grabbed a bunch of paper towels, and returned to her car. In the time that she brought the cake inside, to the time she went back out, her dog had puked EVERYWHERE in her car.
On the seats, floors, arm rests, even the dashboard. This car was COVERED in puke.