Post by Iron Warrior on Mar 29, 2006 21:39:54 GMT -5
This was taken from a thread talking about GW employees and experinces they have had with thier customers. this one I found hilarious!
My friend, when he worked for the company (it may not surprise you that my 3 hardcore friends and gaming buddies and I are all former, or in one case, current, Red/Blackshirts) he was left to run Lord of The Rings on a Sunday.
Being beginners day, not the most relished of all tasks (I used to enjoy it, but then, I have a certain mean streak!) the kids were naturally dumped by their parents, who seemed to have confused the words Games Workshop with 'Free All Day Creche With Fully Qualified Nursing Staff Who Honestly Give A Toss About Your Childs Outside Activities'.
Anyways. There was this one kid, who, through my own experience was obnoxious. And not just normal kid obnoxious, I mean, OBNOXIOUS, Toxic, deeply unpleasent and with little more right to live on earth than a Weasel. My mate starts telling him off for constant interruptions, and generally having the attention span of a Goldfish. The kid looks him square in the eye, and starts pulling a face.
Now, any parents reading this would have spotted that face a mile off. Not having mirrors in our Toilets, and not being into, erm, German Art Films, shall we say, my friend and I hadn't really encountered this face.
We had, however, encountered the smell. You may cry oh no! But sadly, Oh YES! He fudged his duds. He laid a clutch of Dog Eggs in his strides. He besmirched himself. He gambled and lost. He followed through. He mistook the Turtles head for the Turtles Breath. There was a Mole at the counter, and it didn't take no for an answer. That kid, shat himself. And stank the shop out for three days.
It then transpires his Parents had failed to notify us of his AUTISM. Something, which, as I'm sure you can appreciate, isn't something your average 'only working here for the discount' Part Timer is either trained or prepared to deal with.
The kid was not invited back.
And yet, on particularly busy Summer Days, when the air is still and the customers many, there are those who swear they can detect the presence of the childs scattalogical vengence.....
Being beginners day, not the most relished of all tasks (I used to enjoy it, but then, I have a certain mean streak!) the kids were naturally dumped by their parents, who seemed to have confused the words Games Workshop with 'Free All Day Creche With Fully Qualified Nursing Staff Who Honestly Give A Toss About Your Childs Outside Activities'.
Anyways. There was this one kid, who, through my own experience was obnoxious. And not just normal kid obnoxious, I mean, OBNOXIOUS, Toxic, deeply unpleasent and with little more right to live on earth than a Weasel. My mate starts telling him off for constant interruptions, and generally having the attention span of a Goldfish. The kid looks him square in the eye, and starts pulling a face.
Now, any parents reading this would have spotted that face a mile off. Not having mirrors in our Toilets, and not being into, erm, German Art Films, shall we say, my friend and I hadn't really encountered this face.
We had, however, encountered the smell. You may cry oh no! But sadly, Oh YES! He fudged his duds. He laid a clutch of Dog Eggs in his strides. He besmirched himself. He gambled and lost. He followed through. He mistook the Turtles head for the Turtles Breath. There was a Mole at the counter, and it didn't take no for an answer. That kid, shat himself. And stank the shop out for three days.
It then transpires his Parents had failed to notify us of his AUTISM. Something, which, as I'm sure you can appreciate, isn't something your average 'only working here for the discount' Part Timer is either trained or prepared to deal with.
The kid was not invited back.
And yet, on particularly busy Summer Days, when the air is still and the customers many, there are those who swear they can detect the presence of the childs scattalogical vengence.....