Stupidness at work...

So last night, while at work, I get a guy freaking out over him swiping his card for coins, and not receiving any coins. He's already complaining to the manager, after running right past me... the guy that is dressed like a doofus (in my uniform) that actually looks like he works there. Okay, fine, whatever. Knew the manager was just gonna point me out to him, as I'm one of the guys that deals with the game issues.

He explains everything to me, completely out of breathe, yet talking like that Micro Machines fast-talker... in broken English. He also kept on saying "swhip" instead of "swipe."

Then I look down, where the coins come out, and see his coins down in the tray that they come out. He looks down too, and says to me, "I'm so stupid."

My reply, "Yeah." And then I proceed to walk away, and let the manager know what happened.

About ten minutes later, I'm working on one of the basketball games, trying to reorganize the balls into their respective machines (one game uses bigger balls, since it's a more realistic basketball game, than the other). The same guy sneaks up beside me, with a big smile on his face, and says to me, "So this is what you do to relax?"

My reply, "Dude, do you not see the ten balls I have on the ground, that I'm sorting out here? Basketball requires me to throw the ball at the hoop, not drop them on the ground next to me. If I was relaxing, you wouldn't even see me, as I'd be sitting in my office."

His response, "Oh." And he proceeds to go back to his group of friends.

The final dealing with this person last night. It starts off with his friends saying their game is out of tickets. The indicator we have on top of some of the games was not lit, so I knew it wasn't out. So I open the game, show the stack of tickets that was in there. Play a coin, drop a coin over the ledge, show everything is working. Tickets are dispensing. Then I go help out some of their other friends.

This guy comes back, and first has a little chat with the people I'm helping... before putting his arm around me, with another big smile on his face. I give him this dirty and pissed off look, and said to him, "What?"

Still with the smile, though removing his arm from around me, says to me that the game that I was just at is out of tickets. I tell him it's not, as I showed to him and his friends the big stack that was in it. Also, that six thousand tickets takes a little while to dispense out, and two minutes had not even passed from when I was first at the game, to when he came to me.

He then goes, "C'mon, we're Chinese, give me some tickets."

My reply, "First, I'm Vietnamese, not Chinese." In actuality, I'm like 3/4 Vietnamese, 1/4 Chinese, so I always say I'm Viet. Continuing to respond, "Second, even if I was Chinese, we (pointing back and forth to me and him) are not buddy-buddy. We are not friends, so don't ever put your arm around me, expecting me to do favours for you. When it comes to my friends, and even acquaintances, I hook them up legitimately, by getting my manager to comp them some cards for them to use on the games, not hand them stacks of tickets. And third, I'M STILL HELPING YOUR FRIEND OUT WITH HIS PROBLEM. Do you really expect me to forget his problem, to give you free stuff?"

He says okay, and goes back to the game, while I go back to helping out his friend. After dealing with his friend's problem, closing announcements goes on, and that pretty much ended my night.

*Added @ 7:53PM* - Yeah, I can be a bastard while I'm at work.