My friend and I had spend a whole day driving a few hundred miles to get to Perth in australia. The car we’d been driving had been smoking and spluttering and it was a miracle we actually made it into Perth without the car packing up altogether. It was, needless to say, an incredibly stressful journey. We’d called ahead to the backpackers in Perth to make sure they had a room for us which they confirmed we had. That evening we rolled into the backpackers with the car about to die completely.

We got to the reception and told the guy we'd phoned ahead to book a room. Lots of huffing and puffing from the guy and ‘ don't have a room, you’ll have to try another backpackers. Calmly we told him we’d called ahead. He seemed angry and frustrated with us for asking for the room. After much grumbling he handed us the keys to a room which had clearly been available all along.

We then polite asked, “you wouldn't happen to know if there’s a garage nearby we could take our car to in the morning would you”

To which he snapped back - “do I look like a yellow pages” (I appreciate this dates the story)

To which my friend replied "sorry for asking, can I ask, have you ever considered a career outside of the service industry?!?”