Breakfast, Oversharing, and a Disaster in the Loo: A Hotel Horror Story
There are some workplace stories that stick with you forever. And then there are tales so spectacularly horrifying, so stomach-churningly memorable, that you’re surprised someone hasn’t made a movie about them. If you’ve ever wondered just how bad it could get behind the scenes at your average hotel breakfast bar, buckle up—because this is one of those stories.
Today’s saga, straight from Reddit’s r/TalesFromTheFrontDesk, isn’t just about a bad coworker. It’s about a breakfast attendant whose antics make “bad” sound like a compliment—and whose idea of multitasking involves both oversharing personal details and, well, something much, much worse.
Meet the Breakfast Guy: King of TMI and Chaos
Every workplace has That Guy. You know the type: loves to talk, never misses a chance to one-up your story with an even duller one of his own, and treats every break room like his personal stand-up stage. At the “Smaptin” hotel, That Guy is the breakfast attendant—a man so endlessly chatty that guests can barely butter their toast before learning the names of his nieces, his weekend bar haunts, and a Google Maps-worthy breakdown of his entire family tree.
As the original poster, u/sogiotsa, vents: “He will stop doing anything he’s doing to tell you a story about himself without you even acknowledging him… He has told multiple guests exactly where his house is, what bars he goes to, where all his family lives, the names of his nieces and nephews as well as what he does on his days off. All while guests are trying to eat breakfast.” If you thought your Aunt Carol overshared, this guy is in a league of his own.
Disaster Strikes: Not Just Verbal Diarrhea
Of course, no tale of workplace horror would be complete without a twist that takes things from “annoying” to “apocalyptic.” As u/MorgainofAvalon hilariously put it, “Well, you know he has verbal diarrhea. It’s not difficult to extrapolate the rest.”
One fateful November day, the breakfast guy went missing from the kitchen. The silence was golden, but it didn’t last. After a long absence, he returned as if nothing had happened—except something had most definitely happened. A guest soon reported that the bathroom was, shall we say, a biohazard: “all over the toilet, the sink, the floor and of course, his pants.” If you’re picturing the infamous Bob Saget scene from Dumb and Dumberer, you’re right on track.
But wait—it gets worse. Not only did the breakfast attendant return to his duties without a word, but according to multiple witnesses, he continued wearing his, uh, battle-damaged pants for days. As u/psychocookeez gagged, “A person with shit stained pants handling food...how appetizing.” The original poster’s deadpan reply? “Oh don’t worry he barely cooks the food so it was already unappetizing.”
The Mystery of the Unfireable Employee
By this point, you might be screaming at your screen: “How does this guy still have a job?” You’re not alone. Redditors were baffled, suggesting everything from family connections to the dark magic of understaffing. “Is he related to someone there or something?” wondered u/psychocookeez. “How is he employed?”
Others pointed out a hard truth about hospitality: sometimes, management would rather risk a little scandal than face the labor shortage. As u/Silentkiss123 explained, “If being passed out drunk and harassing guests isn’t enough for management to act, nothing will be. Not even mudbutt. Especially if they’re already understaffed, they’ll do everything in their power not to let someone go.” It turns out, when you’re desperate for staff, even mud-caked khakis can’t get you fired.
Suggestions for action ranged from staging fake guest reviews to calling the health department. “Once he shat himself create a fake guest review calling him out,” u/MrStormChaser proposed, with others chiming in that there were already a few negative reviews mentioning the breakfast guy’s less-than-appetizing quirks. But as u/RoyallyOakie dryly observed, “Meanwhile people get fired for nonsensical reasons all the time.” Sometimes, justice is as elusive as a clean breakfast buffet after this guy’s shift.
Lessons in Hospitality (and Personal Hygiene)
If there’s one thing this story proves, it’s that the hospitality industry is not for the faint of heart—or weak of stomach. Staff are often forced to put up with eccentric personalities, but this is next-level. The breakfast guy’s tale is a potent mix of oversharing, underperforming, and, well, unspeakable bathroom calamity. It’s the kind of thing that turns a simple free continental breakfast into a lifelong trust issue.
But maybe, just maybe, this is a cautionary tale for the ages: wash your hands, don’t overshare your life story with strangers, and for the love of everything sacred, if you have a bathroom emergency at work, go home and change your pants.
Conclusion: What Would You Do?
What’s your worst coworker story? Would you survive a shift alongside the breakfast guy? Or would you, as u/sogiotsa said, do “a jaunty prance back to the kitchen to fire him” yourself? Drop your thoughts (and your own hospitality nightmares) in the comments below—just maybe don’t share them over breakfast.
And if you ever find yourself at a suspiciously quiet hotel breakfast bar, beware—you might just meet a legend in the making.
Original Reddit Post: Breakfast guy shit himself and the bathroom