Guts for Garters
Okay, there's mad people. Then there's people who completely lose it. I mean
really lose it.
Whilst doing a ride yesterday, some insane lady came up to me screaming "I've lost my daughter in that ride!". With me being closest to it, she starts blaming me. She had lost it; she's pretty much let shock get to her and has assumed the worst. Speaking to her was impossible; getting a word in was not going to happen. Through her screamings, I attempted to say, "If you calm down, I'll be able to go to reception and have them call out on the radio". But no. She insisted on telling me that there is no system in the fairground for this kind of situation, before running off again.
Then she came back to scream at me some more. And ran off again. Onlookers were feeling sympathetic; why was this my fault? An elderly Muslim man offered to get the manager to her but she apparently get screaming. She eventually found the girl, and then blamed me some more. I tried to speak to her, but she wouldn't have any of it. Not like I have feelings, or anything. I turned around, muttering to myself, "Oh, for God's sake, this looney isn't paying any attention", to which her twattish son thought I said "Fuck off" to her. I should have. She was mental. Eventually, another colleague came over to assist me. The looney has a go at her, reducing her to tears. I was pretty shaken; she looked like she was ready to kill.
Eventually, we had to get our team leader, security, and some others over to help out. She wouldn't listen to any argument, all she did was shout at people and give abuse. Regardless of us giving decent arguments, she acted like a little child about it. Weakling. And she ended up calling me a 'slob' for working in the fair, regardless of me saying, "I'm a student. I need to make money somehow". To which she said she was a teacher. I nearly choked on my tongue. She must be seriously detested, I tell ya.
