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Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation was crazy and happened when I worked in attractions. One day, during a busy period I was Load 1, the person that placed wheelchair riders or the occasional celebrity on the ride. Everything was running smoothly when we all started smelling burning rubber and then the place started slowly filling with smoke. Obviously, we shutdown the ride, started our spiels, and started evacuating the guests. Two managers hurried down to assist.

The managers along with myself and a few others handed out "One Day Free Admission Cards" to the guests. The card allowed them to re-enter the parks for one day without pay. Most guests were satisfied but quite a few weren't. Some said that it was their last day or that it was the only day they could visit that particular park. Some said that they literally came just for our attraction. All we could do was apologize and direct them to Guest Services. The place continued to fill with smoke so the sliding doors were opened to help air the place out. Maintenance came in a hurry and pulled the offending ride. It's tire had gone bad and started burning.

A few people approached me angrily and started a barrage of stupid questions. The lead guy asked,

Man: Why are we being kicked out?!

Me looking around incredulously: Sir, don't you see and smell the smoke?

Man: Yeah, so?!

Me: Obviously there's an issue and it's no longer safe to be in here. The ride is down...😐

Man: Well how long will this take?! 😡

Before I could respond one of my managers sprinted over and told me to hand out passes to others. I don't know what he said to the people but they eventually left. My manager approached me and reprimanded me.

Manager: OP, you can't just say what you said how you said it...

Me: You mean the obvious truth?

Manager: You have to say there is a technical issue and not be so blunt.

Me: (Manager's name) the place is filled with smoke. It's obvious something wrong has happened.

My manager then reminded me it's our job to keep the magic even if it meant lying to guests and regardless if the place is on fire or not. To stay magical we were to gaslight the guests and ourselves. Everything is okay and normal, just magical special effects I guess... 😒 The guests questions were obtuse and the expectation that we should pretend nothing was happening and keep smiling was also ridiculous.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation happened when I worked in attractions. That particular year Florida was going through a rare "Arctic blast" and temperatures were in the low 20s or around -5 degrees Celsius. Where I live it gets down to around 10 degrees or -12.2 degrees Celsius in the winter so I'm no stranger to cold weather. HOWEVER, I stay indoors, wrapped in a fluffy blanket sipping some form of hot liquid. There, at Rat Planet I and other's still had to work outside.

Rat Planet offered "coats and "gloves" and I use those words lightly as they were more for style than actual warmth. They were very thin without proper insulating lining. We were allowed to wear long sleeve, plain white shirts under our "costume" tops that were short sleeved and thin material. Leggings could be worn under the thin pants as well. We were also giving hand warmers though we were told they couldn't be seen by guests. I did all of that layering because I have Raynaud's and my body, especially my fingers and toes can't handle prolonged exposure to cold temperatures. The layering would have been fine if the wind hadn't been blowing fiercely and we weren't forced to stand still in one spot.

One day, I was placed as Fast Pass Greeter. To protect my fingers I placed my hands inside the coat pockets where the hand warmers were. One of the managers came by and admonished me saying I had to stand properly with my hands visible. I was so cold. I explained that my fingers were turning blue and they just walked away saying to stand properly as guests were still arriving to ride. About 20 minutes went by and I was starting to shiver pretty badly so I asked a co-worker to watch my position while I stepped inside the side door to warm up for a few minutes. I did this on and off whenever I started shivering. Once again, the same manager caught me and chastised me saying I couldn't just leave my position.

I explained that I wasn't coping well with the weather and could no longer feel my feet. My hands were completely blue! I think he thought I was being dramatic because he more or less said that it was a part of the job and we must perform well even if uncomfortable. I looked at him and replied that I cared about him as a manager and I cared about the job but it wasn't worth my health. He told me to go back to my position and he would move me inside. I stayed there another 15 minutes before he moved me to an inside role. By the time I got there I was shivering violently. My lips and hands were blue. My teeth were literally chattering. A coordinator and one of my friends saw me along with a line of guests.

One guest was really kind and concerned and asked, "Is she okay?! She's blue!" Some others asked about me as well as I couldn't stop shivering. All I could say was, "I'm so cold." The coordinator K and my friend G each took one of my hands in theirs and warmed them up by rubbing them vigorously. The color eventually came back. I was also allowed to grab some warm water to drink. K became upset at my condition and went to see the closing manager, which was a different manager. The closing manager changed the rotation to every 5 minutes meaning we got a position, stayed 5 minutes and moved to another one so no one had to stay outside too long. There were multiple incidents concerning other cast members throughout the parks where they were expected to keep going though sick or uncomfortable. There was an expectation that your humanity should be shelved to keep the "magic".

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation happened when I worked in attractions. One year during peak season we received a new coordinator I'll call Ellie (Fake name). She was an ex-elementary school teacher and was very adorable, sweet and bubbly. She looks like an adult Cabbage Patch Doll. Her high energy and happy personality made some dislike her. The people that did said she was annoying but they were just bitter and negative.

Anyways, Ellie was still in training and had been placed on load, which is where a cast member loads wheelchair riders onto the ride. They then drove or pushed the wheelchairs into the elevator where unload would place it on the ride exit platform for the wheelchair rider. It was a two person job but Ellie was there alone being forced to load wheelchairs, ride up in the elevator and unload them on the other side. On that particular day there were A LOT OF WHEELCHAIR RIDERS. I mean at least 20 and it was backed up due to her being alone.

I had just come from break when I signed in and received a "task." A task was a 5 minute busy job like cleaning while too many people were still on the clock and no actual positions were open. I'll be honest, no one actually did the task unless a manager was right there. Most took a bathroom break or walked around. I did the latter and came across a red faced Ellie struggling at Load and Unload alone. Other cast members saw her struggling and literally no one helped. One of the cast members even snickered, "I bet she's not happy now." That upset me so I offered my assistance. At first, due to pride and knowing other's wanted her to fail, Ellie denied my help but I insisted and took over load.

She thanked me and we started getting caught up until another group came in with rented ECVs or Electric Convenience Vehicles. Regular Wheelchairs were also available for rent at a cheaper price. The ECVs were for disabled, heavily pregnant and older people to get around the parks easier. Each park had a set amount for rent and it was on a first come, first serve basis. Ellie and I, especially Ellie were exhausted by the amount of chairs needing loading when a group of guys rode up. Before loading guests from Wheelchairs we had to ask a set of questions about their mobility abilities so we could place the proper tag on the ride.

One tag told other cast members the individual(s) could walk unassisted or with minimum assistance and one tag told cast members that the individual(s) would need medical assistance to move safely from the ride in case of an emergency evacuation. I asked the questions just for the guys to laugh, stand up and say they only rented the ECVs because they were too lazy to walk and wanted to skip some lines. My polite smile instantly fell. They literally took away needed mobility tools from people that actually needed them due to their self proclaimed laziness. I loaded them on and had to drive over multiple ECVs while actual disabled people had to wait.

It was so busy that I hadn't signed back in for a new job and my manager came looking for me. Apparently, over an hour had gone by and I was about to get into trouble. Ellie ran over quickly and spoke up for me explaining the situation and that I was literally the only person that stopped and helped. We also questioned why people were tasking while there was no Load? The computer was a mess or something I don't know. I was officially assigned to that position and closed there with Ellie. After work she insisted on taking me and a couple of my friends for frozen yogurt. She also dropped us off at our student apartments. We had a great work relationship after that. She was/is so sweet.

In my late teens and early 20s I worked as a waitress/server at a small diner that had multiple locations in my city. Most people ate in but occasionally people would place orders for pick-up over the phone or come in and place to go orders. One late morning, a woman came in and ordered eight meals for herself and her co-workers. I went over to man the cash register. I rung up the meals which automatically added a 25 cent charge for each of the eight boxes. That added an additional $2 to the total. The woman looked at the total and instantly became angry. She demanded to know why there was an extra $2 charge.

During this time I had a close relative in the hospital so my nerves and patience were already tightrope walking. However, I remained polite and explained that the extra charge was for the to go boxes. The woman replied that that was ridiculous and she wasn't going to pay it! I then politely informed her that the charge was automatic and set by the owner. She went off on me and demanded to speak with a manager. I was seething but remained quiet as my manager was the short order fry cook and literally heard everything. Without turning away from the grill she confirmed sternly that each container was 25 cent.

The woman continued to go off. My manager packed the food and the woman snatched the bags from me. She had an abundance of lips on her face in which she made look longer by poking them out as she was going off on us. As she left out I exploded in anger and called her some unflattering names. My manager's favorites were, "duck mouth heffa" and "infinity lips" 😮‍💨. It wasn't a good day for me...

In my late teens and early 20s I worked as a waitress/server at a small diner that had multiple locations in my city. Most people ate in but occasionally people would place orders for pick-up over the phone or come in and place to go orders. One late morning, a woman came in and ordered eight meals for herself and her co-workers. I went over to man the cash register. I rung up the meals which automatically added a 25 cent charge for each of the eight boxes. That added an additional $2 to the total. The woman looked at the total and instantly became angry. She demanded to know why there was an extra $2 charge.

During this time I had a close relative in the hospital so my nerves and patience were already tightrope walking. However, I remained polite and explained that the extra charge was for the to go boxes. The woman replied that that was ridiculous and she wasn't going to pay it! I then politely informed her that the charge was automatic and set by the owner. She went off on me and demanded to speak with a manager. I was seething but remained quiet as my manager was the short order fry cook and literally heard everything. Without turning away from the grill she confirmed sternly that each container was 25 cent.

The woman continued to go off. My manager packed the food and the woman snatched the bags from me. She had an abundance of lips on her face in which she made look longer by poking them out as she was going off on us. As she left out I exploded in anger and called her some unflattering names. My manager's favorites were, "duck mouth heffa" and "infinity lips" 😮‍💨. It wasn't a good day for me...

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. A few days ago I wrote about an issue related to the college program bus system back then in part 1. You can read it here... https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/s/CmCF7KroD8. Today, I will discuss the most serious issues that happened on the C bus to the park I worked at. As I stated in part 1, the park I worked features a world showcase of 11 nations. Magical Rat Planet wanted authenticity so they hired a lot of international college students to work at their respective, nation's pavilions.

This made the C bus extremely crowded and filled with a lot of problems. The park I worked at closed at 9:00 p.m on most days and had extended hours to 11:00 p.m on special occasions. I usually worked closing shifts as that was my preference for multiple reasons. Just like early mornings, the buses were filled to the brim at closing. Most people were getting off of work like myself but about 1/3 of the students were leaving the park from playing as we received free admission. At the pickup people would jump in front of one another. They would shove others out of the way to try and get on first for a seat. To describe the scene, look up a video of people running crazy during a Black Friday sale. I'm not exaggerating when I say they literally shoved, pushed and sometimes became wedged in the doors.

The bus drivers would just sit there like mannequins. They didn't demand order. Myself and a few other mature people just let the people fight while we waited 30 minutes for another bus. Even then, I had people try and jump in front of me to enter on first. Some people laid across seats to save them for their friends. One day, the crowd was pushing and shoving as usual when I heard muffled "thump" followed by wailing and a small, "help me!" I literally had to shove people out of the way to follow the crying. Wedged up against the side of the bus was a small young woman. I'm 5'2" and she literally came to my shoulders standing up. I yelled so loudly for everyone to stop! Most did as I helped the young woman on the bus.

I later found out that she had a fractured arm and a concussion. Yes, it led to one of two lawsuits concerning bus injuries I'm aware of. The lawsuits were handled quickly and quietly. On another occasion a co-worker of mine was on crutches. Once again they pinned her against the bus. I had to intervene again by yelling and even threatening a few people who still tried to push us as I was assisting her onto the bus. They started calling me "the crazy black girl." I was crazy but they were acting like wild animals. Eventually, due to the two injuries they installed a chain queue and instructed the bus drivers not to let anyone board unless they lined up. Yes, people still attempted to skip the line or jump in front of others but the bus drivers started intervening.

At some point they started sending two buses, which made the situation slightly better though people still shoved. Again, some of them weren't even workers but students playing in the parks. This situation mixed with the one I wrote about in part 1 had me losing it mentally and emotionally. Something that was supposed to be helpful and simple became so stressful and dangerous. Yahweh heard my prayers because I suddenly started getting offers for rides from co-workers and friends. I didn't have to ride the bus for months at a time. I always said, if I went back I would have taken a car.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. A few days ago I wrote about an issue related to the college program bus system back then in part 1. You can read it here... https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/s/CmCF7KroD8. Today, I will discuss the most serious issues that happened on the C bus to the park I worked at. As I stated in part 1, the park I worked features a world showcase of 11 nations. Magical Rat Planet wanted authenticity so they hired a lot of international college students to work at their respective, nation's pavilions.

This made the C bus extremely crowded and filled with a lot of problems. The park I worked at closed at 9:00 p.m on most days and had extended hours to 11:00 p.m on special occasions. I usually worked closing shifts as that was my preference for multiple reasons. Just like early mornings, the buses were filled to the brim at closing. Most people were getting off of work like myself but about 1/3 of the students were leaving the park from playing as we received free admission. At the pickup people would jump in front of one another. They would shove others out of the way to try and get on first for a seat. To describe the scene, look up a video of people running crazy during a Black Friday sale. I'm not exaggerating when I say they literally shoved, pushed and sometimes became wedged in the doors.

The bus drivers would just sit there like mannequins. They didn't demand order. Myself and a few other mature people just let the people fight while we waited 30 minutes for another bus. Even then, I had people try and jump in front of me to enter on first. Some people laid across seats to save them for their friends. One day, the crowd was pushing and shoving as usual when I heard muffled "thump" followed by wailing and a small, "help me!" I literally had to shove people out of the way to follow the crying. Wedged up against the side of the bus was a small young woman. I'm 5'2" and she literally came to my shoulders standing up. I yelled so loudly for everyone to stop! Most did as I helped the young woman on the bus.

I later found out that she had a fractured arm and a concussion. Yes, it led to one of two lawsuits concerning bus injuries I'm aware of. The lawsuits were handled quickly and quietly. On another occasion a co-worker of mine was on crutches. Once again they pinned her against the bus. I had to intervene again by yelling and even threatening a few people who still tried to push us as I was assisting her onto the bus. They started calling me "the crazy black girl." I was crazy but they were acting like wild animals. Eventually, due to the two injuries they installed a chain queue and instructed the bus drivers not to let anyone board unless they lined up. Yes, people still attempted to skip the line or jump in front of others but the bus drivers started intervening.

At some point they started sending two buses, which made the situation slightly better though people still shoved. Again, some of them weren't even workers but students playing in the parks. This situation mixed with the one I wrote about in part 1 had me losing it mentally and emotionally. Something that was supposed to be helpful and simple became so stressful and dangerous. Yahweh heard my prayers because I suddenly started getting offers for rides from co-workers and friends. I didn't have to ride the bus for months at a time. I always said, if I went back I would have taken a car.

In my late teens and early 20s I worked as a waitress/server for a small local diner that had more than one location in my city. Unfortunately, the diners no longer exist but at the time they served 24 hour breakfast and steak meals with refillable coffee. Usually, we had two to three waitresses along with a short order fry cook. Sometimes, the fry cook was the manager or assistant manager. I was a pretty good waitress and could take in multiple orders by memory well. One day, a middle-aged couple came in and sat at a front booth.

I had their table and walked over with water, menus and my little pad tucked in my apron. I greeted the couple politely and instantly the wife was polite but her husband was not. I asked what beverage did they want to start. The woman with a smile asked for juice but her husband didn't even look at me before saying, "coffee!" rudely. I filled their drink order giving them time to look at the menus. As I returned I took the wife's food order. She again was very kind and polite. I got to the husband and I'll never forget how he talked to me...

Me: And for you sir?

Man: I want a three egg special. I want my eggs over hard! Not scrambled, not over soft, NOT over medium. Over hard!

Me: Okay, got it.

Man: I want my hash browns well done! NOT medium, NOT light, WELL, Understand!?

Me growing frustrated but remaining polite: Got it.

Man: I WANT wheat toast! I want it lightly toasted! Not dark, not medium! LIGHTLY TOASTED!!!

Me:🤨 Sir, do you think I'm stupid?

The man just stared at me surprised.

Wife: Oh, don't mind him...He talks to everyone that way.

Me: Wow...

I wrote and repeated his order back just as he said it and walked away. I made sure to reiterate his order as he said it to my manager/fry cook. She made it perfectly and they left us a decent tip.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. I'm going to break this into two parts so it won't get too long. Also, each experience involved the same bus but different situations that had me losing my mind...I mean that in a literal sense. This happened when I worked attractions. The park I worked at has a world showcase featuring 11 countries that have their own little restaurants and shops. Most of the workers there, at least at that time were international college programmers from the actual countries represented. These student workers had their own apartment complex where they could mingle and catch the C bus to work.

The C bus would pick up the international workers first though the bus stop was stationed at the apartment complex I lived in. I also used the C bus as I worked on the other side of the same park. This was okay until the weekend. Weekends were extra busy requiring more staff. Due to this, multiple times the C buses arrived at my apartment and other complexes too full to accept anyone else. It always went to the international student complex first. Up to four buses would be packed to the brim leaving the rest of us without a way to work. I started going out two hours early and still ended up late to work.

I asked why they couldn't allow us on first since the bus was literally at our apartment. The bus operators and manager said they were instructed to pick up the world showcase workers first. Each bus came 30 minutes apart so two hours early still wasn't enough. Myself and others started getting reprimanded at work for being late. On multiple occasions I had to split a taxi with random workers or pay gas money to a student that had a car and was going that way. Our checks were already microscopic so I became broke quickly. The stress started building as this happened every weekend, especially during peak seasons. I asked why they couldn't send two buses at a time? No answer.

One of my managers said I had been late too many times and was getting a disciplinary mark on my record. I refused to sign the form as I and others had explained multiple times that we had no way there. I asked if they could move my time down and they said no. I asked if they could move me from some weekends and they said, of course not. I asked what they wanted me to do? I was pretty much told it was a personal problem. My manager said the bus manager would have to send an email stating the issue with the C bus to remove the disciplinary mark. I went and asked the bus manager. She said my work manager would have to send an email first. I went back to work and relayed the message. My manager said they needed the bus manager to send the first email. I went back and told this to the bus manager who replied my manager needed to send an email requesting an email about the C bus issue.

I think y'all can understand why I started literally losing my mind. One Sunday four buses passed us by and I literally had a breakdown. I just started crying at the bus stop in front of the bus manager. She told me to calm down and instructed the D bus driver to take us to work. Eventually, I was moved back to nights. This situation and a even more serious one involving the C bus almost made me quit and head back home.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. I'm going to break this into two parts so it won't get too long. Also, each experience involved the same bus but different situations that had me losing my mind...I mean that in a literal sense. This happened when I worked attractions. The park I worked at has a world showcase featuring 11 countries that have their own little restaurants and shops. Most of the workers there, at least at that time were international college programmers from the actual countries represented. These student workers had their own apartment complex where they could mingle and catch the C bus to work.

The C bus would pick up the international workers first though the bus stop was stationed at the apartment complex I lived in. I also used the C bus as I worked on the other side of the same park. This was okay until the weekend. Weekends were extra busy requiring more staff. Due to this, multiple times the C buses arrived at my apartment and other complexes too full to accept anyone else. It always went to the international student complex first. Up to four buses would be packed to the brim leaving the rest of us without a way to work. I started going out two hours early and still ended up late to work.

I asked why they couldn't allow us on first since the bus was literally at our apartment. The bus operators and manager said they were instructed to pick up the world showcase workers first. Each bus came 30 minutes apart so two hours early still wasn't enough. Myself and others started getting reprimanded at work for being late. On multiple occasions I had to split a taxi with random workers or pay gas money to a student that had a car and was going that way. Our checks were already microscopic so I became broke quickly. The stress started building as this happened every weekend, especially during peak seasons. I asked why they couldn't send two buses at a time? No answer.

One of my managers said I had been late too many times and was getting a disciplinary mark on my record. I refused to sign the form as I and others had explained multiple times that we had no way there. I asked if they could move my time down and they said no. I asked if they could move me from some weekends and they said, of course not. I asked what they wanted me to do? I was pretty much told it was a personal problem. My manager said the bus manager would have to send an email stating the issue with the C bus to remove the disciplinary mark. I went and asked the bus manager. She said my work manager would have to send an email first. I went back to work and relayed the message. My manager said they needed the bus manager to send the first email. I went back and told this to the bus manager who replied my manager needed to send an email requesting an email about the C bus issue.

I think y'all can understand why I started literally losing my mind. One Sunday four buses passed us by and I literally had a breakdown. I just started crying at the bus stop in front of the bus manager. She told me to calm down and instructed the D bus driver to take us to work. Eventually, I was moved back to nights. This situation and a even more serious one involving the C bus almost made me quit and head back home.

I just found this subreddit and decided to reshare this story here. In my late teens and early 20s I worked as a waitress/server. I worked at an old fashioned local diner in my city. The job was fun and the diner was really cute and had multiple locations. It had a bar area and jukebox. We sold breakfast and lunch items and stayed open 24/7. I worked the day shift with the manager and usually one other waitress. The manager doubled as the Short order fry cook. We had a few regulars that came in on certain days at the same time. They were old guys that shamelessly hit on us and made crude jokes.

One day around two hours before my shift ended a tall gentlemen walked in and took a seat at the bar area. I greeted him, gave him a cup of water and set a menu before him which was customary. I told him to call me over whenever he was ready to order. He said nothing and just stared at me smiling. I asked if he had heard me. Still nothing, just staring and smiling at me. I walked away and his eyes followed me everywhere. He hadn't touched the water or opened the menu. I approached him again and asked did he want to order anything. He just smiled and told me his name was Anthony. I said, "Okay Anthony, are you going to order anything?" Because frankly his staring and smiling was making me uncomfortable. He stood up and said to me, "I'm going to marry you" and walked out. It was a wtf moment but the last hour and a half of my shift picked up and I kinda forgot about it.

On my next shift Anthony showed up again and sat on the same stool. I brought him another cup of water but didn't bother with the menu. He started his creepy staring and smiling again. I asked was he going to order something or just stare. He just kept staring at me and smiling creepily. I told my manager that he was creeping me out and she told him if he wasn't going to order he needed to leave. He got up and walked to the door. Before exiting he told me, "You're going to be my wife." I went on with my shift but felt weirded out. The next day Anthony showed up but didn't come in. As I was sweeping the dining area I noticed him staring at me through the windows in the double doors. When our eyes met he smiled and ran off. I won't lie, I was pretty nervous. After that, I had two days off and put it out of my mind.

On my next shift it was early and the old guys were there with their normal inappropriate conversations. This was during the time when Kayne dropped Gold Digger and surprisingly they knew the song. Anthony walked in and took his normal seat at the bar. I ignored him and filled the coffee cups of the old guys. As I was doing this they started joking that a girl like me was the type of woman mentioned in Kayne's song. That I would never date a broke man and that I looked high maintenance. Well this angered Anthony because he suddenly slammed hard on the counter and screamed at me that I was a money hungry B*tch! He said he hated B*tches like me. Everyone was quiet and still. You could hear a pin drop. My heart was racing. I screamed for him to get out now! He stormed to the door and screamed back, "B*tch I'm going to kill you!" before running out the door.

Well little 19 year old me was literally shaking like a leaf in the wind. My heart was pounding and I couldn't concentrate or think. My manager told me to go take a breather in the storage room. I did and called the none emergency police number. I spoke to a kind lady cop who took my statement and Anthony's description down. They sent a cop to look for him but he was gone. I told my family what happened and every day a different relative sat up at my job, ate breakfast or lunch until I got off of work. It was really sweet and I felt a lot safer with them there. About two weeks after the incident the lady cop called me and told me Anthony had been arrested on drug charges. He fit the description I had given them and surprisingly, he had given me his real first name so they knew it was the same guy. He also confessed to stalking and threatening me. She said I no longer needed to worry as he was going away for a while. I thanked her for calling me.

Fast forward a few years later. I still worked at the diner part-time between college classes. I was sweeping the dining area when Anthony walked in. For a minute my heart stopped. The same fear I felt at 19 creeped back in and I couldn't make my legs or mouth move. To my surprise he instantly apologized to me. He said he was really sorry about how he acted back then and that he was high on drugs and really messed up. He hoped I could forgive him. I was pleasantly surprised. I told him he was forgiven. I never saw him again. Unfortunately, all the diners closed down. The last one during the pandemic.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from the past. This situation happened before I became a cast member at Magical Rat Planet. I worked as a waitress for a small local diner that had more than one location in my city. Unfortunately, the diners no longer exist but at the time they served 24 hour breakfast and steak meals with refillable coffee. Usually, we had two to three waitresses along with a short order fry cook. Sometimes, the fry cook was the manager or assistant manager. I was a pretty good waitress and could take in multiple orders by memory well.

One day, a middle-aged couple came in and sat at a front booth. I had their table and walked over with my little pad and greeted them politely. Instantly, the wife was polite but her husband was not. I asked what beverage did they want to start. The woman with a smile asked for juice but her husband didn't even look at me before saying, "coffee!" rudely. I filled their drink orders giving them time to look at the menu. As I returned I took the wife's food order. She again was very kind and polite. I got to the husband and I'll never forget how he talked to me...

Me: And for you sir?

Man: I want a three egg special. I want my eggs over hard! Not scrambled, not over soft, NOT over medium. Over hard!

Me: Okay, got it.

Man: I want my hash browns well done! NOT medium, NOT light, WELL, Understand!?

Me growing frustrated but remaining polite: Got it.

Man: I WANT wheat toast! I want it lightly toasted! Not dark, not medium! LIGHTLY TOASTED!!!

Me:🤨 Sir do you think I'm stupid?

The man just stared at me surprised.

Wife: Oh, don't mind him...He talks to everyone that way.

Me: Wow...

I repeated his order back just as he said it and walked away. I made sure to reiterate his order as he said it to my manager/fry cook. She made it perfectly. They left us a decent tip.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This is another roommate story. I did multiple college programs at Magical Rat Planet when I wasn't doing seasonal work. My second program I met a young woman in line who asked if I wanted to be her roommate. She seemed nice so I agreed after we shared a short conversation about where we hailed from and what we were looking forward to. I'll call her Jay. Jay and I chose "The Party Place" apartment complex as it was the cheapest and most convenient for carless programmers.

We moved into a bottom apartment with three bedrooms, which meant there were six of us in total. Everyone was cool and I instantly connected with a young woman I'll call KB. Jay seemed fine until a few irregularities started. One thing that drove us crazy was Jay's refusal to wash her dishes. She would literally cook and eat and just leave her crap for us to clean. I asked her did she clean at home and she told us her mom cleaned up behind her. We were in our 20s y'all 😩. She literally wouldn't wash anything and we had to do it.

Also, every once and a while at around 1 a.m Jay would sit up in bed, scream loudly, stare into the darkness for a few seconds and drop back down asleep! Scared me to death! Jay had a boyfriend that clearly didn't like her much. He visited from their state and immediately judged her physical appearance and weight. She wasn't big at all. He wasn't much to look at himself so I don't understand where he got the nerve. Jay wasn't my worse roommate but she certainly was my strangest one. She expected us to clean behind her like her mom. Honestly, I think she had some undiagnosed issues.

I want to preface this by saying I shared this story a year ago on the True Scary Stories subreddit. However, people who purposely inconvenience others as the people did in this situation are definitely entitled.

So, about ten years ago my family and I were living in an extended stay hotel until we found an affordable home to move in to. We had been there a while and had made quite a few friends. We learned that some people had lived there for over 10 years! One morning my mom and I were relaxing in our night clothes while watching TV. We heard quite a bit of commotion coming from the hallway but ignored it because loud noise there was common. Around 10:45 someone knocked loudly on our door. They identified themselves as The Police.

My mom and I were taken aback. Every door had a peep hole so we cautiously looked through it and sure enough a handsome policeman stood in the hallway. We opened the door just a bit. He informed us that there was a situation happening in the hotel and that we would need to evacuate immediately! We told him we needed to get dressed and he urged us to hurry. We asked what was happening but he wouldn't tell us any details. We quickly dressed, threw on our everyday wigs, grabbed our purses and headed out. Everyone was fleeing the hotel in groups, some people driving away. It was chaotic and we were nervous and afraid. There were A LOT of cops outside, many cop cars lined up.

We asked others if they knew what was happening. We got different stories. Some said a possible bomb threat, while others said someone was holding someone hostage in one of the rooms. We all headed down the street to another hotel and stood outside as tactical units and news crews showed up to the scene. We were worried as the hours ticked on and nothing was changing. We had no where to go, we were getting hungry and whatever was happening wasn't resolving itself. After hour 5 of standing outside a nice hotel neighbor drove me to McDonald's around the corner for food while my mom contacted one of my cousins who was at work.

After hour 7 my dad was back and the situation was still unchanged as many of us were still outside. Some people went to other hotels, while others slept in their cars. It was chilly out so a large bus arrived so people could sit and warm up. My cousin left work and picked us up. She took us shopping for overnight supplies as we weren't allowed back into the hotel for needed items. We slept over at her house and found out later via the news that a young man and woman with outstanding warrants for robbery and drug possession had been taken into custody after a 12-hour standoff with police. Apparently, they had barricaded themselves in their room and refused to come out for 12 hours!

They said when they finally coaxed them out they came out peacefully. That's great and all but they scared the crap out of the rest of us and inconvenienced everyone greatly. One man had just went grocery shopping and all of his food spoiled because he couldn't put it away in the fridge. Some people didn't have family to stay with or a car or money for another hotel. They were just stuck waiting the 12 hours. Another man needed to get to work and was taken there via police car. That was a crazy and scary situation because we didn't know what was happening. I'm glad it all ended well and I'm grateful for my hotel neighbors and cousin.

Hi, I'm back with another tale from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation was honestly really stupid but was just as annoying. This happened when I worked in hotels in quick service food. I was in my favorite area "pizza back" when I heard "pizza front" getting loud and upset. The guy was literally 70 years old and had a thick Spanish accent that became thicker when flustered or angry. I came around the corner to see what the issue was.

A lady was standing there with her little boy demanding to speak with someone else about a change to her kid's meal. Kid's meals at pizza came with a small pizza or small platter of fettuccine noodles with marinara or alfredo sauce, a large meatball, two additional sides and small drink. Adult combo meals came with large platters with two large meatballs, two bread sticks, a dessert and drink. They could also get a personal pan pizza or baked ziti instead of fettuccine. Kid's meals were around $8 and adult meals $17 then. They're probably waaay more now.

By it being quick service only a few items could be swapped out, such as certain side items. The woman wanted a kids meal with two meatballs lol. She was demanding that. The meatballs were massive in size and were meant to be broken up over the pasta. She was informed that there wasn't a way to purchase an extra and she would have to buy a second adult meal. She said her son couldn't eat that much pasta and wanted the kid's sides but extra meat. We explained that on the register there literally wasn't a way to ring it up. This was factual and a rule set by the head chef and general manager. Why? I don't know but two meatballs came with the adult meal only and couldn't be substituted or bought separately.

The woman was furious even after I offered her other options. She said she didn't care and made it clear she wanted what she wanted. Her kid was sensible and would have chosen another meal but mom insisted on two meatballs. Eventually, she demanded a manager. The manager "Esther" that hated me the most was the only one available. I've written about her before here. https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/s/zkRjoRvoR4

She came over and listened to the woman go on about her wants. Esther explained that there wasn't a way to ring up the meatball but she would allow it just this once and have the cashier ring up a bread stick which was $1.50. Way cheaper than a meatball the size of a hand. The head chef wasn't happy when he found out from the cashier who snitched as that was strictly forbidden. I was just glad the stupid situation was over. I felt like they should have implemented an "extra meatball" price button lol. Wouldn't that have made the most sense?

Hi, I'm back with another tale from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation was honestly really stupid but was just as annoying. This happened when I worked in hotels in quick service food. I was in my favorite area "pizza back" when I heard "pizza front" getting loud and upset. The guy was literally 70 years old and had a thick Spanish accent that became thicker when flustered or angry. I came around the corner to see what the issue was.

A lady was standing there with her little boy demanding to speak with someone else about a change to her kid's meal. Kid's meals at pizza came with a small pizza or small platter of fettuccine noodles with marinara or alfredo sauce, a large meatball, two additional sides and small drink. Adult combo meals came with large platters with two large meatballs, two bread sticks, a dessert and drink. They could also get a personal pan pizza or baked ziti instead of fettuccine. Kid's meals were around $8 and adult meals $17 then. They're probably waaay more now.

By it being quick service only a few items could be swapped out, such as certain side items. The woman wanted a kids meal with two meatballs lol. She was demanding that. The meatballs were massive in size and were meant to be broken up over the pasta. She was informed that there wasn't a way to purchase an extra and she would have to buy a second adult meal. She said her son couldn't eat that much pasta and wanted the kid's sides but extra meat. We explained that on the register there literally wasn't a way to ring it up. This was factual and a rule set by the head chef and general manager. Why? I don't know but two meatballs came with the adult meal only and couldn't be substituted or bought separately.

The woman was furious even after I offered her other options. She said she didn't care and made it clear she wanted what she wanted. Her kid was sensible and would have chosen another meal but mom insisted on two meatballs. Eventually, she demanded a manager. The manager "Esther" that hated me the most was the only one available. I've written about her before here. https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/s/zkRjoRvoR4

She came over and listened to the woman go on about her wants. Esther explained that there wasn't a way to ring up the meatball but she would allow it just this once and have the cashier ring up a bread stick which was $1.50. Way cheaper than a meatball the size of a hand. The head chef wasn't happy when he found out from the cashier who snitched as that was strictly forbidden. I was just glad the stupid situation was over. I felt like they should have implemented an "extra meatball" price button lol. Wouldn't that have made the most sense?