Major Incompetency
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My co-worker found one and I swear on my life I am not making this up: One small, partially used roll of gauze, a bottle of 2-propanol, and a set of third-grader band-aids, that’s it.
That right there should’ve put the store completely out of business.
I asked for some towels, anything I can use to put pressure on the wound. All they can bring me that was ‘clean’ was some flipping paper towels.
I didn’t want them to stick to him, so I had to kinda hover over the wound with it, lightly tapping it in some places and putting pressure on others. I’m no medical expert but I felt it was better than doing nothing.
20 minutes goes by.
During those 20 minutes, someone else called an ambulance and eventually they came. Then they had trouble getting the stretcher into the flipping place, we had to move all sorts of crap around. Finally, after about a 45 minute to an hour ordeal, Andrew was on the stretcher and in the ambulance
If I recall correctly, he required 12 stitches and a few staples, but this was years ago I don’t remember exactly what he had done.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t sue, or at least he didn’t for a few reasons.
One he said that since he wasn’t wearing the proper shoes it wouldn’t have went anywhere in court, and two he’s just too nice of a guy. Would rather get back to work than anything.
Oh and the real gross part is all of that chicken should’ve been tossed, but only half of it was.”
Kobe Bryant… Nightmare Customer
“In high school, I worked for a certain gigantic movie theater chain. Our location was smack dab in the middle of Newport Beach, California, where a ton of various one-percenters live.
One resident in particular, Kobe Bryant, would come to see a movie every other week, and he made a point to make sure everyone on staff at the time was aware.
His ‘guy’ would call whoever was the manager on duty at the time, and we would have to drop what we were doing, no matter how important or time-sensitive it may be, and go open the theater exit doors (you know the ones, to the left and right of the screen) in order to show him and his sizable entourage in.
There are a number of things wrong with that kind of special treatment.
For starters, they would never send someone to the box office afterword to pay for the tickets, which really messed with our audits. What really would get to me, though, was the obscene amount of noise he and his family/friends would make.
The cherry on top? After the movie was said and done, and we’d ushered his group out via the way they came in, the entire auditorium would reek of his cologne. No joke, you could show up the day after Kobe came to see a movie, and at least two or three rows would still smell like him
A great example of people presuming they’ll be treated like VIPs no matter where they go; it’s condescending.”