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As bad as the 'creepy-rapey geek guy' is, I'd still honestly rather deal with him & his eye raping than the horridness of some of the crap I've been through in women's hockey...
Nothing worse than fighting for a puck in the corner, and the lesbian with a noticeable mustache gives you a little feel. (and no, I don't get it either, since the equipment pretty much hides everything anyways.)
Experiment 626 wrote: As bad as the 'creepy-rapey geek guy' is, I'd still honestly rather deal with him & his eye raping than the horridness of some of the crap I've been through in women's hockey...
Nothing worse than fighting for a puck in the corner, and the lesbian with a noticeable mustache gives you a little feel. (and no, I don't get it either, since the equipment pretty much hides everything anyways.)
As opposed to wrestling? Where it's not uncommon for one guy to "check the oil" or cup the "package" of another? I swear, the stories I hear about wrestling...
Experiment 626 wrote: As bad as the 'creepy-rapey geek guy' is, I'd still honestly rather deal with him & his eye raping than the horridness of some of the crap I've been through in women's hockey...
Nothing worse than fighting for a puck in the corner, and the lesbian with a noticeable mustache gives you a little feel. (and no, I don't get it either, since the equipment pretty much hides everything anyways.)
As opposed to wrestling? Where it's not uncommon for one guy to "check the oil" or cup the "package" of another? I swear, the stories I hear about wrestling...
Speaking of getting an exam from strangers: it's GenCon story time!
My buddy and I were walking around in costumes, taking pictures of chicks in their costumes. There was this one girl wearing a Hooters outfit, complete with short orange shorts that I wanted a picture with. Her older friend (mom?) that I hadn't noticed, asked to be in the picture too. She was in her 50s and wearing a pirate outfit. I said sure! Right as my buddy is taking the picture, I feel a hand on my back, slide down to my rear, and then up and under to cop a feel of the boys. Old lady wanted to see what Mr. Kronkington was carrying, I guess.
I grabbed a handful of both asses in return before I walked off.
Fun times!
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Experiment 626 wrote: As bad as the 'creepy-rapey geek guy' is, I'd still honestly rather deal with him & his eye raping than the horridness of some of the crap I've been through in women's hockey...
Nothing worse than fighting for a puck in the corner, and the lesbian with a noticeable mustache gives you a little feel. (and no, I don't get it either, since the equipment pretty much hides everything anyways.)
As opposed to wrestling? Where it's not uncommon for one guy to "check the oil" or cup the "package" of another? I swear, the stories I hear about wrestling...
Speaking of getting an exam from strangers: it's GenCon story time!
My buddy and I were walking around in costumes, taking pictures of chicks in their costumes. There was this one girl wearing a Hooters outfit, complete with short orange shorts that I wanted a picture with. Her older friend (mom?) that I hadn't noticed, asked to be in the picture too. She was in her 50s and wearing a pirate outfit. I said sure! Right as my buddy is taking the picture, I feel a hand on my back, slide down to my rear, and then up and under to cop a feel of the boys. Old lady wanted to see what Mr. Kronkington was carrying, I guess.
I grabbed a handful of both asses in return before I walked off.
Fun times!
Thus reminds me of one of those "weird but actually quite sweet" moments, from gencon before it was dissolved here.
The company I was working fir had a rep come over from Germany, age probably 50 or so, and she was as far as I can tell, not a gamer. She was absolutely insane.
There was a costume party (the one I mentioned earlier that went south), and everyone else was a super hero.
She hadn't been told that it was a themed party, so she came as a witch, with long wig and hat, dress and broom. Which was really cute. But when she heard it was a themed party, she said, 'Then I will be the miniatures witch! I have shrunk you all and turned you into miniatures!'
She then gathered heroclix figures of all the people she could find in hero costume, and attached them to her wig and hat.
I was the only person she explained this to, all evening. No idea what anyone else thought was happening.
Buttery Commissar wrote: To clarify, the content was neither here nor there; whatever lights your candle. My concern was more that he thought it was appropriate to share with me randomly.
No "Hey, you like Slaanesh..."
Just bam, right in there with the inner contents of his spank bank and no comment until I objected.
Maybe this is how the younger generation flirt? I'm not very contemporary.
Ok, here's the plan.
I'm going to get a team of camera-persons together. We're going to use secret go-pro style cameras. BC is going to wear a wire.
Then, we're going to go to every major gaming convention in England, following BC around and filming everything. We'll do it documentary style.
We'll all be rich. Probably win an Oscar or something.
JohnHwangDD wrote: As opposed to wrestling? Where it's not uncommon for one guy to "check the oil" or cup the "package" of another? I swear, the stories I hear about wrestling...
When you're in a close grapple, sometimes what you grab in the course of securing a hold isn't what you'd prefer to grab. Just the nature of the beast. Complaining about it is like complaining about getting tackled in football. It's part of the game, and if you can't deal with it (being the grabbed or grabber, either or), don't play.
JohnHwangDD wrote: As opposed to wrestling? Where it's not uncommon for one guy to "check the oil" or cup the "package" of another? I swear, the stories I hear about wrestling...
When you're in a close grapple, sometimes what you grab in the course of securing a hold isn't what you'd prefer to grab. Just the nature of the beast. Complaining about it is like complaining about getting tackled in football. It's part of the game, and if you can't deal with it (being the grabbed or grabber, either or), don't play.
You're not one of those people who argues that a blatantly late hit, facemask grab, or collar grab, whatever, is totally a part of the game and banning them is bs, are you?
if you'd ever wrestled, you woud probably have the exprience to know the difference between contact that just happens, so whatever, when grappling, and having to deal with a guy who just keeps going for the junk.
"-Nonsense, the Inquisitor and his retinue are our hounoured guests, of course we should invite them to celebrate Four-armed Emperor-day with us..." Thought for the Day - Never use the powerfist hand to wipe.
Buttery Commissar wrote: To clarify, the content was neither here nor there; whatever lights your candle. My concern was more that he thought it was appropriate to share with me randomly.
No "Hey, you like Slaanesh..."
Just bam, right in there with the inner contents of his spank bank and no comment until I objected.
Maybe this is how the younger generation flirt? I'm not very contemporary.
Seriously Buttery, I can't even. It's like there's a group of folks around you that are all apart of a club or something with the sole goal of...I don't even fething know. But if I were you I'd go about armed.
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Best (or rather worst) was the day this person decided to bring their crystal dildo into the store thinking it would be a hilarious joke for the guys on staff...
Unfortunately, there was a mother with her young son maybe 10 feet away, and then the realisation of where this implement had repeatedly been.
This gives me flashbacks of a recent event when I worked the night audit shift. I am a hotel front desk clerk. I had this woman similar to the one you described here come up to the front desk to ask to "borrow some batteries for the night" for her quite large vibrator that looked and smelled like it had never been cleaned. Though I am not sure what smelled worse. Her or the vibrator. I do know it was still a little shiny and was dripping stuff as she waved it around talking to me. At one point she was rolling it on the counter-top. She thought she was being sexy, but I just wanted to throw up. Finally had to ask her to go back to bed so I could "Finish the Night Audit reports and procedures". We ran out of bleach and lysol that evening, and the room she stayed in was out of order for three days. This is related to gaming because among her bags when she checked out early was a Battlefoam pack bag. I did not bring up that I was a 40k player.
I've been doing Night Audit and Front Desk for about 7 years now. Working all the way from some nicer hotels to the really bad "I don't think we should stay here" motels and I could write three pages on the stuff I've seen, but i'll narrow it down to some of the good ones.
1. I've had to have police escort out a local homeless man that decided to sleep in the lobby bathroom. He snuck in through a side door after a guest didn't close it all the way and must of slipped into the bathroom while i was processing paperwork in the back. It was quite a shock when I open the bathroom to find a man snoring when i went to check it later as part of my rounds. When I asked him if he was ok, He told me that "He was trying to get some sleep hiding from the man that was after him." Someone one that he described was "12 feet tall, never slept and could fly". I told him to wait there to be safe, called the cops and had them deal with him. Whether he was drunk, mentally ill, or still half asleep, I don't do crazy and I didn't feel like trying to reason with a guy that would probably mean a tetanus shot if the conversation went poorly.
2. I've had to deal with a team of very drunk and very frustrating peewee hockey parents and one in particular that I've dubbed, "The Trapmaster". The Trapmaster decided that because he was staying in a place that wasn't his home and had payed a discounted rate because he was part of a group of twenty rooms, that he had a free check to act like the biggest fool. I don't think I saw this man without an open beer in his hand, and I mean that too. This guy had a beer at breakfast at 6AM, and every time I saw him that day forward. Including when he was getting out of his car after his kids game. We don't allow drinking in the lobby, and I enforce that rule. Which of course made me his favorite person. So, he decided one night after all his fellow parents went to bed, that he was going to play a big prank on all of them. I disarmed 16 or so improvised "pranks" which included: putting the outdoor potted plants in front of his fellow parents and other guests room doors. Filling buckets of ice water and leaning them against other doors and walkway doors, so if they're opened, they pour all over the unfortunate opener. Making a pyramid from breakfast lobby chairs, blocking doorways and halls. It seemed every time I'd run into another one of his traps and disarm it, another one would show up elsewhere. I seriously thought it was all the children they were neglecting to watch. You can imagine my surprise when I finally caught him while he was trying to make sure all the pool furniture that was supposed to be outside the pool was instead floating in the pool. I flat out told him to pack his gak and leave or he would be escorted out by cops. He proceeded to wake every parent in his group up and have them confront me in the lobby at 4AM. Not only did they think everything he did was ok, but actively decided I was the aggressor and If I was going to kick him out, I'd have to kick them all out. Which means I had to back down. I don't care how well protected you are, If you kick out 20 rooms at 4AM, you may as well hand in your resignation letter right then.
3. To be sorta on topic, I had a group of MTG players stay with us while they were passing through as part of a tournament. Upfront, they were nice, quiet, and stayed out of trouble. Imagine the surprise we felt when we found the room they stayed in completely destroyed. I've seen self proclaimed rockstars do less damage. Holes in the wall, carpet tore up, a shower rod missing, what we hoped was water damage, a chair nailed to a ceiling, and it invoked an odor like what I would imagine a meat plant smells like. We had to put that room out of order for 2 months to repair fully, and we never got the smell all the way out. Thankfully, with a remodel coming up, It'll be fixed for good. The worse part of it, They had made the reservation through a third party website that refused to help us find them. Sure, we had taken a credit card for incidentals, but we only authorize enough to make sure you can pay for a lamp or something if you break it, not thousands of dollars in remodeling. Needless to say, their credit card didnt pay for much.
4. Probably not the worse, but the most memorable. I've been working in the industry a whole month or two, I'm young, eager, and about 500% less cynical that I am now. I've proven that I can manage the hotel by myself. My boss and hotel owner has an important family dinner he needs to attend and asks me to watch the hotel for him. "All right" I think to myself, "Here's my chance to really prove how good and reliable I am." Its a slow night, I'm checking people in, answering phone calls, and all that jazz. This is when one of the workers that is staying with us monthly comes in. Except he's been stabbed in the face. As I call 911, he proceeds to stomp around the lobby pissed off, bleeding everywhere. Right after I get off the phone with them, I proceed to call my boss and tell him that we have a problem. A "He needs to leave that important family dinner they've been planning for months" problem. Needless to say, It wasn't a good night. Turned out that the guy who stabbed him was one of his buddies that he was working with at the site. He made up some story about getting jumped by some black guys on the way back from the bar. In a town as white as the movie Footloose. Needless to say, the cops didn't buy it. But he wasn't gonna rat out his union workpal like that. Apparently unions are ok with stabbings as long as its eachother. Anyway, that is the story of how the first time I was left alone with any responsibility at work, Someone got stabbed.
"Because we couldn't be trusted. The Emperor needed a weapon that would never obey its own desires before those of the Imperium. He needed a weapon that would never bite the hand that feeds. The World Eaters were not that weapon. We've all drawn blades purely for the sake of shedding blood, and we've all felt the exultation of winning a war that never even needed to happen. We are not the tame, reliable pets that the Emperor wanted. The Wolves obey, when we would not. The Wolves can be trusted, when we never could. They have discipline we lack, because their passions are not aflame with the Butcher's Nails buzzing in the back of their skulls.
The Wolves will always come to the heel when called. In that regard, it is a mystery why they name themselves wolves. They are tame, collared by the Emperor, obeying his every whim. But a wolf doesn't behave that way. Only a dog does.
That is why we are the Eaters of Worlds, and the War Hounds no longer."
- Eighth Captain Khârn
Seriously Buttery, I can't even. It's like there's a group of folks around you that are all apart of a club or something with the sole goal of...I don't even fething know. But if I were you I'd go about armed.
. Basically I somehow reached young adulthood entirely blind to social warnings. That's the horror story. That while I disagree with his attitude, the_Armyman was pretty much on the money with what could have happened.
You do meet some truly beautiful people by walking around with your arms open, and to me that more than makes up for a few uncomfortable experiences.*
The vast majority of my good friends are probably two spoons short of a tableware set in some aspects, but I did learn who to value and who to slip away from.
It took time for me to learn. I am definitely not a good thing to be.
*One of the stories I told, about the guy who mailed me his pyjamas?
That was not actually funny given the full context.
Spoiler:
Looking back, I was being groomed at age 18 by a lonely 40 year old tabletop obsessive who set himself up as my best friend. By crashing gaming meetups and stopping me from really being alone, he cut me off from both the gaming group and my longterm friends who could watch out for me.
I was oblivious.
Things like, he would bring hard liquor to my apartment at night, and try to coerce me to drink with him. I never did, but not because I was remotely aware what was happening, I've just always been teetotal. We went places alone all the time, in his car. Nobody else knew. I let him sleep in my room pretty much weekly, rather than a hotel, because that's what good friends do, right? And I forgave him the occasional silly moment of saying that he liked me in another way, because I blindly trusted him to keep himself in check when I politely declined. He got increasingly manipulative to the point I was apologising daily. For things like not writing him texts or talking on Skype.
The only reason the mask slipped was a complete accident. I hurt myself on a day out, and stupidly accepted some high power painkillers from a well meaning friend.
I ended up high as feth, alone with someone who I trusted implicitly. He tried to get me to confess my true feelings and accept him. I laughed. He flipped.
If I had kept the materials, abuse and threats he sent me over the following week, I could have legitimately ruined his life. I didnt. When he filled my phone, I deleted the messages. When he sent me emails explaining how I was useless, I read them and believed him. I genuinely believed it was my fault for being a bad friend.
Right up until the end, I saw him as my family and best friend.
Thankfully a "guardian angel" of sorts opened my eyes before I begged for forgiveness.
When I finally understood what had happened, I just remember being in a ball trying to comprehend why anyone would do this, while my friend, my real friend, sat and didn't touch me, just stayed.
If you're cringing or think that I was acting dangerously, you're correct.
Not all socially blind folk end up being creepy. Some of us are just genuinely naïve as hell. And when the two cross paths, people get hurt.
I make jokes because the alternative just kills me.
Seriously Buttery, I can't even. It's like there's a group of folks around you that are all apart of a club or something with the sole goal of...I don't even fething know. But if I were you I'd go about armed.
. Basically I somehow reached young adulthood entirely blind to social warnings. That's the horror story. That while I disagree with his attitude, the_Armyman was pretty much on the money with what could have happened.
You do meet some truly beautiful people by walking around with your arms open, and to me that more than makes up for a few uncomfortable experiences.*
The vast majority of my good friends are probably two spoons short of a tableware set in some aspects, but I did learn who to value and who to slip away from.
It took time for me to learn. I am definitely not a good thing to be.
*One of the stories I told, about the guy who mailed me his pyjamas?
That was not actually funny given the full context.
Looking back, I was being groomed at age 18 by a lonely 40 year old tabletop obsessive who set himself up as my best friend. By crashing gaming meetups and stopping me from really being alone, he cut me off from both the gaming group and my longterm friends who could watch out for me.
I was oblivious.
Things like, he would bring hard liquor to my apartment at night, and try to coerce me to drink with him. I never did, but not because I was remotely aware what was happening, I've just always been teetotal. We went places alone all the time, in his car. Nobody else knew. I let him sleep in my room pretty much weekly, rather than a hotel, because that's what good friends do, right? And I forgave him the occasional silly moment of saying that he liked me in another way, because I blindly trusted him to keep himself in check when I politely declined. He got increasingly manipulative to the point I was apologising daily. For things like not writing him texts or talking on Skype.
The only reason the mask slipped was a complete accident. I hurt myself on a day out, and stupidly accepted some high power painkillers from a well meaning friend.
I ended up high as feth, alone with someone who I trusted implicitly. He tried to get me to confess my true feelings and accept him. I laughed. He flipped.
If I had kept the materials, abuse and threats he sent me over the following week, I could have legitimately ruined his life. I didnt. When he filled my phone, I deleted the messages. When he sent me emails explaining how I was useless, I read them and believed him. I genuinely believed it was my fault for being a bad friend.
Right up until the end, I saw him as my family and best friend.
Thankfully a "guardian angel" of sorts opened my eyes before I begged for forgiveness.
When I finally understood what had happened, I just remember being in a ball trying to comprehend why anyone would do this, while my friend, my real friend, sat and didn't touch me, just stayed.
If you're cringing or think that I was acting dangerously, you're correct.
Not all socially blind folk end up being creepy. Some of us are just genuinely naïve as hell. And when the two cross paths, people get hurt.
I make jokes because the alternative just kills me.
This entire post not only had my eyebrows raised in sheer disbelief, but I let out an audible whistle at the end. Buttery, for whatever it's worth I hope Karma slides you something amazing at some point - like, I dunno, millions of dollars or a private island, because damn.
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1. I've had to have police escort out a local homeless man that decided to sleep in the lobby bathroom. He snuck in through a side door after a guest didn't close it all the way and must of slipped into the bathroom while i was processing paperwork in the back. It was quite a shock when I open the bathroom to find a man snoring when i went to check it later as part of my rounds. When I asked him if he was ok, He told me that "He was trying to get some sleep hiding from the man that was after him." Someone one that he described was "12 feet tall, never slept and could fly". I told him to wait there to be safe, called the cops and had them deal with him. Whether he was drunk, mentally ill, or still half asleep, I don't do crazy and I didn't feel like trying to reason with a guy that would probably mean a tetanus shot if the conversation went poorly.
2. I've had to deal with a team of very drunk and very frustrating peewee hockey parents and one in particular that I've dubbed, "The Trapmaster". The Trapmaster decided that because he was staying in a place that wasn't his home and had payed a discounted rate because he was part of a group of twenty rooms, that he had a free check to act like the biggest fool. I don't think I saw this man without an open beer in his hand, and I mean that too. This guy had a beer at breakfast at 6AM, and every time I saw him that day forward. Including when he was getting out of his car after his kids game. We don't allow drinking in the lobby, and I enforce that rule. Which of course made me his favorite person. So, he decided one night after all his fellow parents went to bed, that he was going to play a big prank on all of them. I disarmed 16 or so improvised "pranks" which included: putting the outdoor potted plants in front of his fellow parents and other guests room doors. Filling buckets of ice water and leaning them against other doors and walkway doors, so if they're opened, they pour all over the unfortunate opener. Making a pyramid from breakfast lobby chairs, blocking doorways and halls. It seemed every time I'd run into another one of his traps and disarm it, another one would show up elsewhere. I seriously thought it was all the children they were neglecting to watch. You can imagine my surprise when I finally caught him while he was trying to make sure all the pool furniture that was supposed to be outside the pool was instead floating in the pool. I flat out told him to pack his gak and leave or he would be escorted out by cops. He proceeded to wake every parent in his group up and have them confront me in the lobby at 4AM. Not only did they think everything he did was ok, but actively decided I was the aggressor and If I was going to kick him out, I'd have to kick them all out. Which means I had to back down. I don't care how well protected you are, If you kick out 20 rooms at 4AM, you may as well hand in your resignation letter right then.
3. To be sorta on topic, I had a group of MTG players stay with us while they were passing through as part of a tournament. Upfront, they were nice, quiet, and stayed out of trouble. Imagine the surprise we felt when we found the room they stayed in completely destroyed. I've seen self proclaimed rockstars do less damage. Holes in the wall, carpet tore up, a shower rod missing, what we hoped was water damage, a chair nailed to a ceiling, and it invoked an odor like what I would imagine a meat plant smells like. We had to put that room out of order for 2 months to repair fully, and we never got the smell all the way out. Thankfully, with a remodel coming up, It'll be fixed for good. The worse part of it, They had made the reservation through a third party website that refused to help us find them. Sure, we had taken a credit card for incidentals, but we only authorize enough to make sure you can pay for a lamp or something if you break it, not thousands of dollars in remodeling. Needless to say, their credit card didnt pay for much.
4. Probably not the worse, but the most memorable. I've been working in the industry a whole month or two, I'm young, eager, and about 500% less cynical that I am now. I've proven that I can manage the hotel by myself. My boss and hotel owner has an important family dinner he needs to attend and asks me to watch the hotel for him. "All right" I think to myself, "Here's my chance to really prove how good and reliable I am." Its a slow night, I'm checking people in, answering phone calls, and all that jazz. This is when one of the workers that is staying with us monthly comes in. Except he's been stabbed in the face. As I call 911, he proceeds to stomp around the lobby pissed off, bleeding everywhere. Right after I get off the phone with them, I proceed to call my boss and tell him that we have a problem. A "He needs to leave that important family dinner they've been planning for months" problem. Needless to say, It wasn't a good night. Turned out that the guy who stabbed him was one of his buddies that he was working with at the site. He made up some story about getting jumped by some black guys on the way back from the bar. In a town as white as the movie Footloose. Needless to say, the cops didn't buy it. But he wasn't gonna rat out his union workpal like that. Apparently unions are ok with stabbings as long as its eachother. Anyway, that is the story of how the first time I was left alone with any responsibility at work, Someone got stabbed.
I worked in a budget hotel for three years next to a night club. So I completely get where you're coming from. Since it's not completely on topic, I'll spoiler a few of my own personal favourites for you.
Spoiler:
1. We had a bathroom in our ground floor lobby, so naturally, there was a progressive line of drunks who would try and get in at 3AM to use it. We also had about five local homeless people who would use it to wash up. They'd dash in before anyone could say anything, and lock themselves in for a good twenty five minutes whilst they stripped and attempted to wash themselves and their clothing using the small basin. Naturally, this led to yours truly having to scrub pubic hairs and muck out of the sink, not to mention air freshening the hell out of the room afterwards. Sometimes, if it was winter, they'd try and sleep in there. I always had a lot of sympathy for people in their position, and would occasionally make them a cup of tea on a slow night shift and let them keep warm in the lobby for a few early morning hours during winter. But cleaning the sink after a homeless man has washed his balls in it wasn't exactly on the job description when I got hired.
2. I had a load of North London 'gangstas' check in during the afternoon once before a big clubbing night out. They went up to their room, and came down and left the building half an hour later stinking of weed. I went up to the room to confirm they'd been smoking in it, found the traces, and collected all their stuff in a bag (so I could just deactivate the keycard and just eject them without having to prise them out the room). Just as I thought I'd finished, I found a package stashed under the bed. Instead of the drugs I was expecting, I found half a dozen switchblades, the illegal kind with the springs. I put them to one side behind the reception counter, and returned the rest of the goods when the 'gentlemen' returned a few hours later. Naturally, they took their stuff out, couldn't find the knives, and started trying to persuade me that they'd left something in the room. I kept asking them what they'd left behind (knowing they weren't going to admit to illegal weapons), and saying I'd go up and get whatever it was if only they'd describe it to me. They then proceeded to spend about ten minutes trying to convince me to go up with them, saying that I'd found out.
Understandably, I declined the polite offer, told them to stop wasting my time, and turfed them out by threatening to call the police. Just goes to show though, if I hadn't checked under the bed, I probably would have been shanked in the room that day.
3.Found a fire door open and a foam extinguisher emptied out. Someone had tried to build a snowman out of the foam.
4. So. Many. Prostitutes. We'd regularly have Romanian prostitutes (usually) booked in with stolen cards coming in. Wouldn't speak a word of english, but would just hand us the booking number and stare mutely. Naturally, you had to come up with a reason to deny them that didn't involve, 'you're obviously a prostitute'. I read about one Holiday Inn worker who said just that to a Romanian student, and got nailed for it, yikes! So we'd just say there was a problem with the card, smile sweetly, and tell them to contact head office. You'd usually see their pimps waiting outside, and they'd rush in and argue with you about two minutes later in broken and aggressive english. Every so often, a prostitute would slip in, and you'd just see a line of men coming to and from the room, the whole night through. We'd usually lock the door, so you'd have a discussion on the intercom where the men said they were here to visit a friend in Room X, but when queried on the name for the room booking, wouldn't be able to tell you. Then you'd see the girl come down and let them in (the final proof, usually, they'd be in something quite skimpy). That would be the signal to boot them out twenty minutes later (after the men had gone, I was never too keen on interrupting the act).
We also had a pair of English girls who we tolerated plying their trade. The difference was, there were no pimps involved (so no exploitation, they marketed themselves online), and they never had more than one client a night (which made it no noisier than a drunk couple from the club next door).
5. We had a pair of guys arrested for dealing hardcore drugs out of one room. We were slightly sad to see them go, as they always had the munchies so bad, they'd buy a good five or six of our revolting microwaves burgers every night! We were the highest scoring hotel in the district for food sales during the time they were staying with us by a massive margin.
6. I had an alcoholic mother check in one night, and the husband coming to reception a few hours later searching for her. He had the kids with him, and they were searching for 'their mum'. Naturally, I couldn't just let them go up to the room (we have to ensure that an abusive partner couldn't chase their counterpart, for example), so I had to go fetch her and make sure she wanted to see them. It was heartbreaking though. You got the sense of a family at the end of it's tether, with the kids in tears and the mum staggering out of the hotel.
I have plenty more stories, but I'd be here all day if I tried to list them. I've had my life threatened at least two dozen times, cleaned up vomit too many times to count, evicted people from every walk of life, dealt with a few minor celebrities, and generally learnt that there are far more preferable jobs out there! So you have my sympathy Mr Piddlez, and hopefully you'll be able to move on soon!
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Seriously Buttery, I can't even. It's like there's a group of folks around you that are all apart of a club or something with the sole goal of...I don't even fething know. But if I were you I'd go about armed.
. Basically I somehow reached young adulthood entirely blind to social warnings. That's the horror story. That while I disagree with his attitude, the_Armyman was pretty much on the money with what could have happened.
You do meet some truly beautiful people by walking around with your arms open, and to me that more than makes up for a few uncomfortable experiences.*
The vast majority of my good friends are probably two spoons short of a tableware set in some aspects, but I did learn who to value and who to slip away from.
It took time for me to learn. I am definitely not a good thing to be.
*One of the stories I told, about the guy who mailed me his pyjamas?
That was not actually funny given the full context.
Looking back, I was being groomed at age 18 by a lonely 40 year old tabletop obsessive who set himself up as my best friend. By crashing gaming meetups and stopping me from really being alone, he cut me off from both the gaming group and my longterm friends who could watch out for me.
I was oblivious.
Things like, he would bring hard liquor to my apartment at night, and try to coerce me to drink with him. I never did, but not because I was remotely aware what was happening, I've just always been teetotal. We went places alone all the time, in his car. Nobody else knew. I let him sleep in my room pretty much weekly, rather than a hotel, because that's what good friends do, right? And I forgave him the occasional silly moment of saying that he liked me in another way, because I blindly trusted him to keep himself in check when I politely declined. He got increasingly manipulative to the point I was apologising daily. For things like not writing him texts or talking on Skype.
The only reason the mask slipped was a complete accident. I hurt myself on a day out, and stupidly accepted some high power painkillers from a well meaning friend.
I ended up high as feth, alone with someone who I trusted implicitly. He tried to get me to confess my true feelings and accept him. I laughed. He flipped.
If I had kept the materials, abuse and threats he sent me over the following week, I could have legitimately ruined his life. I didnt. When he filled my phone, I deleted the messages. When he sent me emails explaining how I was useless, I read them and believed him. I genuinely believed it was my fault for being a bad friend.
Right up until the end, I saw him as my family and best friend.
Thankfully a "guardian angel" of sorts opened my eyes before I begged for forgiveness.
When I finally understood what had happened, I just remember being in a ball trying to comprehend why anyone would do this, while my friend, my real friend, sat and didn't touch me, just stayed.
If you're cringing or think that I was acting dangerously, you're correct.
Not all socially blind folk end up being creepy. Some of us are just genuinely naïve as hell. And when the two cross paths, people get hurt.
I make jokes because the alternative just kills me.
This entire post not only had my eyebrows raised in sheer disbelief, but I let out an audible whistle at the end. Buttery, for whatever it's worth I hope Karma slides you something amazing at some point - like, I dunno, millions of dollars or a private island, because damn.
Well the trade off is I genuinely made some friends who I would trust with anything, and that trust nowadays wouldn't be misplaced.
But that incident is why I stopped gaming for nearly a decade; I realised that I had no compass as to what was safe.
I mostly posted this to give scope that there are some fairly vulnerable individuals out there amongst the various stereotypes. And because I didn't want it to appear that my misadventures had no repercussions.
Guy who saved me was a security guard for the dorm I lived in. He made a joke about the "gentleman visitor" I had, thinking that basically I was working this older guy for money or sex, that I was on some kind of gain from it.
I just cheerfully replied that he was my friend and we literally went for picnics and played Halo. And this guy realises that after a couple of months, I'm not joking, I'm genuinely clueless.
JohnHwangDD wrote: As opposed to wrestling? Where it's not uncommon for one guy to "check the oil" or cup the "package" of another? I swear, the stories I hear about wrestling...
When you're in a close grapple, sometimes what you grab in the course of securing a hold isn't what you'd prefer to grab. Just the nature of the beast. Complaining about it is like complaining about getting tackled in football. It's part of the game, and if you can't deal with it (being the grabbed or grabber, either or), don't play.
You're not one of those people who argues that a blatantly late hit, facemask grab, or collar grab, whatever, is totally a part of the game and banning them is bs, are you?
if you'd ever wrestled, you woud probably have the exprience to know the difference between contact that just happens, so whatever, when grappling, and having to deal with a guy who just keeps going for the junk.
No, I'm not 'one of those people'.
But I can't argue the second point; yeah, you can usually tell the difference. The problem comes when the refs CAN'T tell the difference...
Not really a horror story, but amused me none the less.
I was employed at a company (nothing to do with the gaming industry) and I left, nothing unusual so far. Anyway they wanted a collection that was a bit different from an envelope with a bit of cash and they knew I gamed so they got me some GW vouchers...
Wasn't really playing 40k or warhammer at the time but the thought that counts etc.
So far nothing all that out of the ordinary, but then I heard how they bought the vouchers.
They literally drew straws for who would have to find and even enter the place, and even then it took two of them, the senior finance guy and the head of the contracts team, both of whom could easily have nerded for their country if the need arose but in a different field.
So in they walked, on the gaming night, in very nicely tailored suits, probably looking like somewhat nervous mafia, and came out with the vouchers, and from what I gathered a 40k starter set and some paints they bought simply to make the store manager stop talking to them (apparently they binned them, the swines, but put them on expenses, would have loved to see that one).
Finance guy was telling me later he was amazed to see the store manager utterly running rings round the contracts guy but was impressed with the technique to get one over on that shark (nice guy really, honest), was also very impressed by the appearance of the place as they were expecting a dungeon of some sort with actual trolls in by the sound of it.
Seriously Buttery, I can't even. It's like there's a group of folks around you that are all apart of a club or something with the sole goal of...I don't even fething know. But if I were you I'd go about armed.
. Basically I somehow reached young adulthood entirely blind to social warnings. That's the horror story. That while I disagree with his attitude, the_Armyman was pretty much on the money with what could have happened.
You do meet some truly beautiful people by walking around with your arms open, and to me that more than makes up for a few uncomfortable experiences.*
The vast majority of my good friends are probably two spoons short of a tableware set in some aspects, but I did learn who to value and who to slip away from.
It took time for me to learn. I am definitely not a good thing to be.
*One of the stories I told, about the guy who mailed me his pyjamas?
That was not actually funny given the full context.
Looking back, I was being groomed at age 18 by a lonely 40 year old tabletop obsessive who set himself up as my best friend. By crashing gaming meetups and stopping me from really being alone, he cut me off from both the gaming group and my longterm friends who could watch out for me.
I was oblivious.
Things like, he would bring hard liquor to my apartment at night, and try to coerce me to drink with him. I never did, but not because I was remotely aware what was happening, I've just always been teetotal. We went places alone all the time, in his car. Nobody else knew. I let him sleep in my room pretty much weekly, rather than a hotel, because that's what good friends do, right? And I forgave him the occasional silly moment of saying that he liked me in another way, because I blindly trusted him to keep himself in check when I politely declined. He got increasingly manipulative to the point I was apologising daily. For things like not writing him texts or talking on Skype.
The only reason the mask slipped was a complete accident. I hurt myself on a day out, and stupidly accepted some high power painkillers from a well meaning friend.
I ended up high as feth, alone with someone who I trusted implicitly. He tried to get me to confess my true feelings and accept him. I laughed. He flipped.
If I had kept the materials, abuse and threats he sent me over the following week, I could have legitimately ruined his life. I didnt. When he filled my phone, I deleted the messages. When he sent me emails explaining how I was useless, I read them and believed him. I genuinely believed it was my fault for being a bad friend.
Right up until the end, I saw him as my family and best friend.
Thankfully a "guardian angel" of sorts opened my eyes before I begged for forgiveness.
When I finally understood what had happened, I just remember being in a ball trying to comprehend why anyone would do this, while my friend, my real friend, sat and didn't touch me, just stayed.
If you're cringing or think that I was acting dangerously, you're correct.
Not all socially blind folk end up being creepy. Some of us are just genuinely naïve as hell. And when the two cross paths, people get hurt.
I make jokes because the alternative just kills me.
This entire post not only had my eyebrows raised in sheer disbelief, but I let out an audible whistle at the end. Buttery, for whatever it's worth I hope Karma slides you something amazing at some point - like, I dunno, millions of dollars or a private island, because damn.
Well the trade off is I genuinely made some friends who I would trust with anything, and that trust nowadays wouldn't be misplaced.
But that incident is why I stopped gaming for nearly a decade; I realised that I had no compass as to what was safe.
I mostly posted this to give scope that there are some fairly vulnerable individuals out there amongst the various stereotypes. And because I didn't want it to appear that my misadventures had no repercussions.
Guy who saved me was a security guard for the dorm I lived in. He made a joke about the "gentleman visitor" I had, thinking that basically I was working this older guy for money or sex, that I was on some kind of gain from it.
I just cheerfully replied that he was my friend and we literally went for picnics and played Halo. And this guy realises that after a couple of months, I'm not joking, I'm genuinely clueless.
Holy gak, Buttery, that was.. uncomfortable reading. I can't imagine it was easy to open up about those experiences, but thank you for doing so.
I also was utterly clueless at 18, but I got away with it. Luck, not judgement. I now have a 1 year old boy, and protecting him as he grows is my #1 priority. Your story resonated with me in a big way.
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If it helps people keep an eye on those around them (protectively or cynically), then I'm okay with sharing it.
At no point did I tell my parents that I had a 40 year old man staying in my bedroom overnight, because I didn't think it was unusual.
I didn't tell them we were making cross country trips alone. All
They knew was I was pretty happy and went to gaming events.
It's only difficult to talk about not because I have to think carefully about what to leave out so that I didn't sound like I was needlessly ripping on someone, but what to leave in to explain how serious things could have been.
I don't bear any ill feelings towards the guy, or feel upset thinking back.
Very occasionally I had black moments where it'd all come back and make me feel super at 3am, but they're maybe yearly if that now.
Seriously Buttery, I can't even. It's like there's a group of folks around you that are all apart of a club or something with the sole goal of...I don't even fething know. But if I were you I'd go about armed.
. Basically I somehow reached young adulthood entirely blind to social warnings. That's the horror story. That while I disagree with his attitude, the_Armyman was pretty much on the money with what could have happened.
You do meet some truly beautiful people by walking around with your arms open, and to me that more than makes up for a few uncomfortable experiences.*
The vast majority of my good friends are probably two spoons short of a tableware set in some aspects, but I did learn who to value and who to slip away from.
It took time for me to learn. I am definitely not a good thing to be.
*One of the stories I told, about the guy who mailed me his pyjamas?
That was not actually funny given the full context.
Looking back, I was being groomed at age 18 by a lonely 40 year old tabletop obsessive who set himself up as my best friend. By crashing gaming meetups and stopping me from really being alone, he cut me off from both the gaming group and my longterm friends who could watch out for me.
I was oblivious.
Things like, he would bring hard liquor to my apartment at night, and try to coerce me to drink with him. I never did, but not because I was remotely aware what was happening, I've just always been teetotal. We went places alone all the time, in his car. Nobody else knew. I let him sleep in my room pretty much weekly, rather than a hotel, because that's what good friends do, right? And I forgave him the occasional silly moment of saying that he liked me in another way, because I blindly trusted him to keep himself in check when I politely declined. He got increasingly manipulative to the point I was apologising daily. For things like not writing him texts or talking on Skype.
The only reason the mask slipped was a complete accident. I hurt myself on a day out, and stupidly accepted some high power painkillers from a well meaning friend.
I ended up high as feth, alone with someone who I trusted implicitly. He tried to get me to confess my true feelings and accept him. I laughed. He flipped.
If I had kept the materials, abuse and threats he sent me over the following week, I could have legitimately ruined his life. I didnt. When he filled my phone, I deleted the messages. When he sent me emails explaining how I was useless, I read them and believed him. I genuinely believed it was my fault for being a bad friend.
Right up until the end, I saw him as my family and best friend.
Thankfully a "guardian angel" of sorts opened my eyes before I begged for forgiveness.
When I finally understood what had happened, I just remember being in a ball trying to comprehend why anyone would do this, while my friend, my real friend, sat and didn't touch me, just stayed.
If you're cringing or think that I was acting dangerously, you're correct.
Not all socially blind folk end up being creepy. Some of us are just genuinely naïve as hell. And when the two cross paths, people get hurt.
I make jokes because the alternative just kills me.
This entire post not only had my eyebrows raised in sheer disbelief, but I let out an audible whistle at the end. Buttery, for whatever it's worth I hope Karma slides you something amazing at some point - like, I dunno, millions of dollars or a private island, because damn.
Well the trade off is I genuinely made some friends who I would trust with anything, and that trust nowadays wouldn't be misplaced.
But that incident is why I stopped gaming for nearly a decade; I realised that I had no compass as to what was safe.
I mostly posted this to give scope that there are some fairly vulnerable individuals out there amongst the various stereotypes. And because I didn't want it to appear that my misadventures had no repercussions.
Guy who saved me was a security guard for the dorm I lived in. He made a joke about the "gentleman visitor" I had, thinking that basically I was working this older guy for money or sex, that I was on some kind of gain from it.
I just cheerfully replied that he was my friend and we literally went for picnics and played Halo. And this guy realises that after a couple of months, I'm not joking, I'm genuinely clueless.
There's a level of...irony? Here that I hope isn't lost. Alls well that ends well I suppose.
On topic: At the FLGS in the town I grew up in there was this guy who helped out the owners (they are/were older than god), nice guy, loved everything about miniature gaming.
So one day I'm in there debating on whether or not I should buy more gak (the struggle is real)and dude appears, starts bsing like he would, no biggie. We hear the door to the store open, i don't take any notice but he looks; stops talking immediately and shuffles off towards the new customers.
Didn't think much of it until I heard the pitch of the voices; local college kids had made they're way in (all of which turned out to be women, this town was awesome like that)and were now being introduced to the flgs guy. Despite his overall okish social skills when dealing with other geeks, they seemed to evaporate when faced with dealing with the opposite sex.
Apparently, the conversation became so difficult for him he actually vomitted almost mid interaction. I heard the pre-gag noise and shouts of alarm and then the 'Jesus Christ!' followed by the site of a couple figures sprinting out of the store. Found the guy sitting against the wall in the back, completely dejected, so I got him cleaned up and bought him a beer. Not overall horror incarnate, just sorta sad really.
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Frankenberry wrote: On topic: At the FLGS in the town I grew up in there was this guy who helped out the owners (they are/were older than god), nice guy, loved everything about miniature gaming.
So one day I'm in there debating on whether or not I should buy more gak (the struggle is real)and dude appears, starts bsing like he would, no biggie. We hear the door to the store open, i don't take any notice but he looks; stops talking immediately and shuffles off towards the new customers.
Didn't think much of it until I heard the pitch of the voices; local college kids had made they're way in (all of which turned out to be women, this town was awesome like that)and were now being introduced to the flgs guy. Despite his overall okish social skills when dealing with other geeks, they seemed to evaporate when faced with dealing with the opposite sex.
Apparently, the conversation became so difficult for him he actually vomitted almost mid interaction. I heard the pre-gag noise and shouts of alarm and then the 'Jesus Christ!' followed by the site of a couple figures sprinting out of the store. Found the guy sitting against the wall in the back, completely dejected, so I got him cleaned up and bought him a beer. Not overall horror incarnate, just sorta sad really.
Sounds a lot like Stan on South Park trying to talk to Wendy...
In all seriousness, I feel very bad for the poor guy. Some people get very nervous when talking to the opposite sex.
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leopard wrote: Not really a horror story, but amused me none the less.
I was employed at a company (nothing to do with the gaming industry) and I left, nothing unusual so far. Anyway they wanted a collection that was a bit different from an envelope with a bit of cash and they knew I gamed so they got me some GW vouchers...
Wasn't really playing 40k or warhammer at the time but the thought that counts etc.
So far nothing all that out of the ordinary, but then I heard how they bought the vouchers.
They literally drew straws for who would have to find and even enter the place, and even then it took two of them, the senior finance guy and the head of the contracts team, both of whom could easily have nerded for their country if the need arose but in a different field.
So in they walked, on the gaming night, in very nicely tailored suits, probably looking like somewhat nervous mafia, and came out with the vouchers, and from what I gathered a 40k starter set and some paints they bought simply to make the store manager stop talking to them (apparently they binned them, the swines, but put them on expenses, would have loved to see that one).
Finance guy was telling me later he was amazed to see the store manager utterly running rings round the contracts guy but was impressed with the technique to get one over on that shark (nice guy really, honest), was also very impressed by the appearance of the place as they were expecting a dungeon of some sort with actual trolls in by the sound of it.
Takes all sorts.
Had a similar experience with a coworker of mine. Only a diametric opposite one. At the store we used to have a Birthday fund e.g. people put a small amount of money down for a birthday present for a coworker when his or her birthday came up.
I was the difficult one to find a present for. Since I had bought several GW kits from the GW store thats practicaly around the corner. They decided to get me a gift voucher. The person they sent get it was the last person to step foot in a gamestore.
She was glad I was happy with it, but next year someone else was going to buy it. A case of I was apparently ok, but those guys where NERDS!
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bound for glory wrote: Yeah. I'm thinking that there are a few folks here that are having a laugh and BS'ing.
I don't doubt the truth of what people have said... I worked in retail.
Indeed. If it were a horror stories in retail thread, I'd never stop typing.
A top 10 was a mother who went absolutely mental at me for saying that her son was lying, when he'd claimed that he'd never worn the trainers that were covered in mud. I hadn't called him a liar, just pointed out that he wasn't telling the truth.
Echo and the Bunnymen said it best; people are strange.
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