Why some people shouldn't procreate

Crazy (literally, I'm not being mean) jackass (okay, here I am being mean) in #530: Hey, tell me what room Billy is in.

Me: I'm sorry, but I can't give you someone's apartment number unless they tell me it's okay.

#530: What do you mean, why not?

Me: It's not something we do. People expect privacy and a little discretion.

#530: Fuck this. I can't believe this shit. You're just telling me this because you don't like me.

Me: (Honestly, can't stand ya, buddy) No, sir, the answer would be the same regardless of who asked.

#530: Can you call him and ask if it's okay?

Me: No, he's not connected to the hotel part of the phone system.

#530: So you can't call him?

Me: No.

#530: Are you sure you can't give me his room number?

Me: Really sure. Even if it wasn't against policy, I am not comfortable sending...

#530: WHAT? He likes me. And it's not like I'm asking for a girl's room or something.

Me: Please let me finish. I'm not comfortable sending someone to a tenant's door without their permission, and I doubt he would be happy to get an unexpected visit...even if he likes you.

#530: Really? Shit, I can't believe this.

Me: I'm sorry, it's just not going to happen.

#530: Can I talk to your boss?

Me: He's not around right now but you're more than welcome to wait.

#530: All right, I will.


(Fifteen minute interlude, where I try to sell an apartment and let paramedics in for someone having a "heart attack")

Bossman: Hey, what's up?

#530: If I wanted to go visit someone who lives here but I don't know where he lives, can you give me his room number.

Bossman: Absolutely not.

#530: Oh. Okay then.


ARGH.