I used to work at a haunted house.
I worked both ends of the venue when it was slow. I would sell tickets and then jump into costume to scare. I was pretty good at my job.
Family of three going through, pretty basic stuff. The father is jumpy but looks like he is having a good time, the mother and daughter are terrified. I take advantage of one of my favorite spots towards the end to give them a good finishing scare. I jump out, yell, annnnnddd then the daughter turns 180 and runs face first into a wall. I take off my mask and radio my buddy to turn the lights all the way on. She is bleeding pretty bad but I can’t tell if her nose is broken.
I escort them out to the lobby, grab the first aid kit, paper towels, instant ice pack, and a cold bottle of water. I start to apologize but before I can finish the father goes all batshit on me. Starts off just yelling and poking me in the chest. Then it escalates to “WHY IS THAT WALL THERE” and shoving. The whole time his wife and daughter are telling him to calm down and that she is fine.
Being me I laugh when he asked why a wall was there and he got really handsy. Backed off told him if she was fine they could leave “No buddy I’m gonna kick your ass”. I clocked out then and there, and walked out to the parking lot. Still dressed as Jason Voorhees. Nothing ended up happening except him yelling at me more. OH and some guy in the parking lot yelling “AWW SHEET THIS DUDE ABOUT TO FIGHT JASON”
4. Goddamn kids
College students doing horribly because they don’t study and then, when they receive a poor score on something, get their parents (yes, in a 4 year university) to send you an email asking what they can do better/why they scored low.
It’s a university, people; I don’t give a fuck who your parents are or what they think about your work ethic. Grow up.