An Infestation of Idiots
Posted in Personal Stuff by John E. Pannell on August 17th, 2007 at 4:41 am Lately it seems all the idiots of the world are converging on me, or at least getting in my way. There’s too many stories to recount here but I’d like to share one from Wednesday night at work. All names are fictional.
A guest was expecting a package on Tuesday from a well known express delivery service. It didn’t come. Wednesday night when I came to work, it still wasn’t here. So the guest called that company, while at the desk, and was told it was delivered here. The front desk manager, on duty that evening, queried them if it was delivered *here* (yes, they said) then had the guest ask the company who signed for it “here”. The name given was not one of our employees.
On a lark the front desk manager than called the “Piazza Inn” next door. They had the package… and had had it since Tuesday. The evening person said he’d bring it here on his way out for the night.
Midnight comes and it still wasn’t brought here. I call Piazza Inn and get the night auditor on the phone. The evening guy is long since gone and package is still there. Both of us are alone. We meet in the parking lot between the hotels and hand off the package.
I get the package and look at it. It’s correctly addressed to our hotel, with the guest’s name and correct room number. You would think that in two days SOMEONE there would do something about the package that CLEARLY was delivered to the wrong business and needed to be taken next door to us! You would expect someone on the staff there to call and say something like, “Hey, we signed for a package that is yours. We goofed. Would you like us to bring it to you?”
That didn’t happen. I’m not very forgiving of stupidty. Shall we count all the idiots in this story?
After 30+ years in law enforcement I can attest to the proven medical fact that there is no cure for stupidity………….
Reminds me of the time when I was in graduate school when I wasn’t home when they delivered a package. So they delivered it to a fraternity house down the road. At least they left me a message saying what they had done. So I went by the fraternity house and asked the very weird question: “Say, do you have a package for me?” They had it and it was still in one piece!