"Hey, not trying to be rude or anything, but how about you fucking shut up that kid of yours? I'm trying to do some work here" I yell desperately, as this guy doesn't move an inch from his seat. "Let her enjoy life. Just because you're bitter, doesn't mean she has to be bitter too" he yells back. "Oh, cause now I'm insulted" I snort, sarcastically. --- Being a hotel receptionist can have it's ups and definitely it's downs. Especially when you're having a bad day and this guy comes in with one of the loudest kids on earth, staying for two weeks. And when I say staying, I actually mean staying. Like, he literally didn't leave the hotel for two weeks, except for short walks to get some fresh air and to get food. And where do they, he and that loud kid he came with, spent their time? In the lobby, of course. Cover by @wordsweneversaid