Super rude lady taking payment for entry to the opening football game of the season (Aug 25th)......
First, their parking lot is chaotic with tons of inconsiderate drivers & some ESPECIALLY terrible parking jobs!! Every isle I drove down had like EIGHT empty parking spaces that were inaccessible due to one car or another parking waayyyy over the line or super crooked. I finally gave up & squeezed into one of them (only possible by backing in using mirrors & reverse camera)-- I could barely get out of my driver-side door, let alone open the back door to get the baby out!! So I had to unbuckle the baby from my driver's seat & lift him over to exit out of my door. Ridiculous!
Anyway, I squeezed in between the cars to get the stroller out which barely fit through despite being a slim model & in its folded up position! Got the baby stuff loaded into the stroller, got my purse & coffee all situated on the stroller, then the baby over the middle console, whew! By the time I finished, I was LITERALLY SWEATING, haha.
I'd arrived with time to spare for the 5pm game, but spent too much time looking for parking & then the unloading fiasco took way longer than it should have... so by the time I strolled into the entry line, the game had already started.
I make it to the front of the line, and hand the lady my card. Haha, yeauuuhhhh... This was my freshman son's first time playing football & this was the first game of the season-- I didn't realize this would be a cash only event. Oops! It's already like 20 mins into the game & she says, "Go to the ATM." Uhhhh I'm NOT ABOUT to go load EVERYYYYYTHING back into my vehicle so I can go to the ATM machine!! I tried to explain to this woman & she can see the stroller is laden with baby stuff-- like seriously, have some compassion (it's FIVE DOLLARS!) & perhaps a grace-period for game 1 & newby parents who didn't know cards were too technologically advanced at a ritzy school such as Acalanes!
She turned us away & asked for the next person in line... while I stood there trying to figure out what to do next. I offered to bring back cash once I found a teammate's parent inside-- but she was done hearing me! I had to wait for the line to clear a bit since there is no exit path other than the entryway which was blocked by people trying to get INTO the game. I finally made it out...
... & decided to ask a vendor (visiting food trucks) if they would mind charging me for something & then refunding some cash. I wait in line at one vendor for awhile, getting more irritated by the minute as I think of HOW TERRIBLY INCONSIDERATE that lady had acted! Arrrgg. I move down to a vendor whose line had suddenly disappeard, and explain my situation. She agrees to try, but she isn't sure if it's even possible on her mobile/ Square system. It takes awhile, but she figures it out & I'm on my way with $20's in hand. Now its about 5:40pm.
I get back in line to enter the game. It's a short line, mostly re-entries who have wrist stamps so it moves fast. I pay the RUDE WOMAN the measly $5 entry fee (she acknowledges me with "Ooohhh good, you found some cash.") & I make my way to the viewing area next to the track. I can literally turn around & see the woman from where I've parked my stroller near the ramp. I look back a few times & I'm tempted to get her name to formally complain, but I'm pretty sure no one at this school would care. I KID YOU NOT FOLKS, she packed up her table LITERALLY 5 minutes after I got in!!!!!
I stood there (not even watching the game) like seething mad-- did she seriously just let me pay KNOWING that she was a few minutes from packing up/ halftime??!!! & KNOWING that I'd missed half of the game, haha?? Can you say GREEDDYYYYY, broke-@$$ mentality school!! Lol, guess they really needed that extra $5. This lady is the epitome of rude, inconsiderate, appethetic, uncaring, unhelpful, insensitive... I could go on!
Thankfully I don't have to go there again until maybe next year. Our team won & my son made a touchdown right before halftime so yaayyy!! At least I squeaked in just in time for that. read more