A Different Kind Of Brush With Death NOT my story
I work in a national park at the front desk for some hot springs. A lady comes in.
Guest: “I feel I need to complain about the animals. It’s clear you do not groom the park animals adequately, and I expect better of a national park.”
She turns and struts off. When I regain my composure, I tell my manager about it.
Manager: “If she shows up again, give her a brush and point her in the direction of the grizzlies.”
(sorry if this upsets anyone, but since the strip was so serious I thought we could use a little laughter)
A Different Kind Of Brush With Death NOT my story
I work in a national park at the front desk for some hot springs. A lady comes in.
Guest: “I feel I need to complain about the animals. It’s clear you do not groom the park animals adequately, and I expect better of a national park.”
She turns and struts off. When I regain my composure, I tell my manager about it.
Manager: “If she shows up again, give her a brush and point her in the direction of the grizzlies.”
(sorry if this upsets anyone, but since the strip was so serious I thought we could use a little laughter)