At my old library, I used to spend time on the reference desk, and when I started we'd have bowls of candies out for the students, supplied by the university (wrapped in cellophane with the uni's name on it). Then budget cuts happened, and little promotional extras like that went out the window. Students, who had become accustomed to stopping by the desk for a sugar boost, were disappointed, but mostly reacted understandingly since they knew about the budget cuts. But there were that few who just could not believe that we weren't giving out candy anymore. What were they supposed to do?? They needed candy! Were we sure there wasn't any in the back? Really? None? That's crazy!
These were, in case it wasn't clear, university students. At least 18 years old, some as old as mid-twenties. So what I'm saying, Yarnspinner, is that I know exactly what that kid will be like when he's in university.
I used to work for an Armored Car company, and a lot of the banks we went to would have candy that they kept on hand for customers, and sometimes something special just for the staff. Most of the people we came in contact with would always ask us if we would like something before we left. One of my coworkers was always coming back to the terminal with a huge bag of goodies. he used to brag about how much his customers loved him and how they just plied him with all sorts of treats. He would usually offer up some of his stash to various members of management, all the while regaling them with stories of how popular he was.
What he actually did, is when the bank employees offered some of their treats, he would take the bag, or the bucket, or the dish, (whatever was holding the goodies) and dump the contents into a sack. The bank employees didn't know how to react to someone being such a blatant hog so usually they said nothing. One bank though got to let him know what they thought of his antics. He was in the bank, and before he left he asked where the treats were. He was informed that the treats were no longer available to him since he didn't seem to understand that the goodies were not all for him, and since he couldn't control himself, he wasn't going to be offered any.
Now when we were in a bank, there was always at least one other coworker (another guard) in the bank with him. He was on a three man crew, so there were always two people on the ground. So when he was told this, it was done in the presence of his coworker, who actually got a pretty big kick out of it, and naturally word got around the terminal about this little encounter. I don't remember the exact outcome, but I think it actually embarrassed him enough to stop hogging all the treats.
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