While eating lunch at an out-of-town buffet the other day, an urgent feeling came upon me making it necessary to use the restaurant’s facilities. I knew it was a bad idea to mix the “Seven Seas of Sushi” with the “Dirty Dozen Desserts.”
Entering the restroom I couldn’t help but noticed that the place was a pigsty, and as I closed the door to the stall, I saw that there were only two squares of TP left on the cardboard roll. Thinking fast, I exited the stall in an effort to acquire some paper towels, but as you can imagine, that dispenser was also empty.
It was then that I noticed the sign on the door that read: “Customer satisfaction is very important to us, so if you have any complaints or suggestions regarding the cleanliness of this restroom, please notify the supervisor on duty.”
“Excuse me, Miss,” I said to the 17-year-old assistant manager. “I don’t normally complain about things like this, but the men’s room is disgusting, it’s completely out of paper, and I’m in a hurry, if you know what I mean!”
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
A few minutes later, she returned from the back office and handed me a customer complaint form.
“Here you go – sorry about that.”
“It’s all good,” I told her. “But could I trouble you for a few more of these, please?”