“I work as a waitress and a kitchen hand at a restaurant connected to a bowler’s club. I have had my fair share of entitled wombats, so enjoy this one. Every Saturday, the club has a live music event. Most of the bands that play are small but really good. I wasn’t on duty, but I still felt like coming down there to relax with my coworker. It was around seven-thirty at night, and the band was playing this mix of funk and disco tech. The club was all in a pretty good mood, at least until this woman came over to my boss and demanded that the band stop playing immediately. Apparently, the band was disrupting the woman and her party’s dinner. My boss simply told her that she could ask them to play a little more quietly, but there wasn’t much that could be done. The woman stormed off back to her table, and the rest of us didn’t really think much of it. A few minutes later, I go over to my boss to see how she’s doing, and suddenly we hear a loud screech from the speakers. We turn and it’s the mom. She had the cord for the speaker that’s connected to the guitar. The band was livid. She started trying to defend herself by saying that she disliked their music, and that her children won’t be turned by, ‘the devil’s music.’ My boss stormed over and asked her to give the cord back and to go back to her table, but she refused, claiming that her husband works for council, and that he could shut down our restaurant if they wanted. That was a total bunch of nonsense! People started getting upset over it, and one of the club managers came over with one of my co-workers to politely asked what was going on. The mom just bursts out with one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard. She exclaimed, ‘They were playing music that I don’t like, and I want them banned from the venue. If they are not removed, I will call my husband and he will have them removed. Do you not know who I am?! My husband works for council! I can get this whole place shut down with a snap of my fingers!’
We all stood there with this immensely puzzled look on all of our faces. My boss again asked her to hand the cord over and to continue with her night, but she refused. I for one didn’t want to get involved, but my co-worker on the other hand is very different. He asks the mom what her husbands name is, and she tells us. Fun fact, my coworker’s father actually does work for the town council as a secretary. So then my co-worker calls his dad and asks if her husband worked for council. He was confused when asked, but he went along. Turns out her husband does in-fact work for council as a lawn mower! All her husband does is takes care of the equestrian park and other gardens in the town. He ended the call, and we all looked at her. She was shaking and quietly gave up the cord. We let her stay after she apologized, but she has been warned not to do that mess ever again or she would be the one banned from the venue.”
