THE SCENE: A crowded lobby, a crowd of guests are waiting not-so patiently for a an elevator. One finally arrives and a veteran bellman departs and is greeted by a group of single white females carrying four pieces of luggage each – and plenty of baggage…
FOX #1: Excuse me, sir, we’re completely lost! We’ve been around the hotel three times and we still can’t find the fourth floor…
THE HOOK: There’s a good reason for that.
FOX #2: Which is?
THE HOOK: We don’t have a fourth floor. Which room are you looking for, ladies?
FOX #3: Room 4754 (that isn’t the real number, of course, but just go with it!)
THE HOOK: Room 4754? So why are you looking for the fourth floor?
The group of seven whispered among themselves, desperately attempting to formulate an answer, as though they were competing on Jeopardy. Had they been, Alex Trebek would have had them executed for their own good.
FOX #4: Well, the room number is 4754, so the room must be on the fourth floor, right? That’s only logical, right?
THE HOOK: Well, that depends.
FOX# 1: On what?
THE HOOK: On the answer to the following question: have you ladies been drinking, by any chance?
FOX #5: (Giggling like a schoolgirl) Not yet!
THE HOOK: Take my advice, it won’t hurt to start. Room 4754 is on the forty-seventh floor, ladies. (I procured them an elevator) Good luck to you.
FOX #6: Thanks! This is my bachelorette party. I’m getting married!
THE HOOK: He’s a lucky… well, best of luck to you both!
The future Real Housewives departed, leaving me standing with a small group of wide-eyed guests who were as shocked and amused as I was. In fact, one of them decided to vocalize her feelings about the entire incident…
“I hope she’s good on her knees, because she’s as dumb as a post!”
You have to love sweet blue-haired grandmothers traveling with their three young grandchildren.
And that was my Saturday. How was yours?