Little hint for museum visitors

[essayel]

We are always pleased to see you. Very pleased. If it wasn't for visitors there would be no museums and I'd be out of a job.

However, asking for help to get your very elderly infirm wheel-chair bound friend into a lower gallery of the museum then buggering off for 40 minutes will not win you any brownie points at all because our stress levels will go through the roof. A simple word - "I'm going to the bank then I'm fetching the car so it's not so far to push. I'll be 20 minutes, my friend knows and is happy to wait" would have saved a metric fuque-tonne of angst, 'kay!

*deeeeeeep breath and repeat "the customer is always right"*

Comments

[wulfila.livejournal.com]

"the customer is always right"

No. (http://notalwaysright.com/)

That museum visitor sounds quite inconsiderate.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Oh that's brilliant. I needed a laugh. Thanks

[joannesopercook.livejournal.com]

I do not know, I do not know, I do NOT KNOW why people think it's okay to bring the elderly/infirm/small children/droolers/crazy people (ha, I'm one of these myself!) into a public museum/archive/library AND LEAVE THEM THERE.

I mean, really. We have had to go on media saying "We are a library, not a daycare centre!!!"

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Yes, dammit.

I'm particularly on edge anyway at the moment from having a running battle with a gang of obnoxious teens on Monday who, I'm told, complained to my boss that I'd flashed my tits at them. I'm a little bit OFF the public at the moment.

[joannesopercook.livejournal.com]

I'm a little bit OFF the public at the moment.

Yep. I feel your pain, believe me.

[aunty_marion]

When/if I come again with Mum, I promise not to leave her there without *asking* first. *g* Though she's not in a wheelchair yet. All she'd want is a chair to sit on and something interesting/informative to read.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

See that's FINE. You and your mum will be very welcome and if you had to nip off to fetch your mum's glasses or something, no problem because we'd know you were coming back and your mum could chat to us etc.

But this poor old dear had evidently had a bad stroke and could barely talk and we were a bit scared to ask her 'Where's your friend gone?' in case it upset her. We just didn't know what was going on, that was the edgy part.