They’re trying to do the world’s future generations a favor!
The Hook had a run-in with an Australian family this week. can you tell?
After thirty minutes of slooowly loading eight of the heaviest suitcases I’ve ever dealt with, I headed down to the lobby to wait another twenty minutes for these anteaters to show up and claim their car and ridiculously heavy bags! By the time it was all over, I had wasted over an hour on these morons and the only gratuity was a very weak “Thanks, mate!”
Apparently tipping isn’t customary in Australia. maybe that’s due to the fact it used to be a penal colony. Criminals aren’t exactly known for their hospitable nature.
AND ANOTHER THING….
After fourteen years of sacrificing countless amounts of blood, sweat and tears to the Gods of Hospitality, The Hook is in a pretty good position to comment on the current state of the industry. or at the very least, his corner of it.
Let me tell you, it suuucks!
Weekdays are an exercise in mental torture – “how much inactivity can The Hook take before he finally has that big freak-out and takes out as many douchebags as he can before the authorities arrive?’
Weekends leave me feeling like I’ve been a chew toy for a hungry lion. You know what I mean? He chews you up, tosses you around his mouth and then spits you out, but close enough he can still reach out and do it all over again. Part of the problem this past weekend was the return of one of the deadliest of all hospitality predators – the dreaded “Hockey Family“.
They let their kids run wild, but not before intravenously feeding them Red Bull and two bags of pure sugar! The littel maniacs play hockey in the halls, sream in the lobby and terrorize old people who are two gasps away from seeing the White Light!
All the while, the parents are getting stone cold drunk in the room, completely oblivious to the terror they’ve knowingly unleashed on their fellow travellers. I’m sure there are many great hockey families out there, but I don’t get to deal with them.
No. I get the ones you read about – you know, the ones who have to take anger management classes before their kids are allowed to play?
Let me tell you, the hockey families I deal with aren’t doing the sport any favors.
Or for that matter, the human race.