So I’m back to work after two glorious days off and I have to tell you, The Hook’s feeling pretty darn good.
But I now know the speed of stupid.
Less than five minutes into my shift, a young man approached my desk, he was followed by two young ladies who wee busy chatting away about the world’s current economic ansd social climate.
Hey, you never know, they might have been!
At any rate, all three of them had that “eyes glazed-over” look clueless teenagers carry everywhere these days. They asked for a “rolly-thingie” and I had to give them the same speech I give a hundred times a day. The sign on my particular place of business should simply read“Not The Holiday Inn, Morons!”
But it doesn’t, so I have to explain, over and over, that we’re a full-service establishment. Then, I have to explain just what that means. Still, I did my part, and the young clueless bastard made his way over to a bench in the lobby, where he informed his father of the situation. In my heart, I knew I’d be having a discussion with the dad about the whole situation, but when he didn’t get up, I figured I was homefree.
What was I thinking?
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER…
FATHER-OF-YOUNG-CLUELESS-BASTARD: What kind of hotel has a Bell Desk, but no bellmen to help people?
THE HOOK: As I told your son, sir, we simply don’t give out carts. I did, however, offer your son help if he wanted it. But he declined.
FOYCB: Well that’s what my kids wanted!
With that, he stormed off, hopefully to construct a time machine with which to avoid ever impregnating his wife in the first place! If stupid people have so much rage towards the world that they feel compelled to reproduce, The Hook fully accepts his inability to stop them.
However, do they really have to spread their stupidity across North America? Don’t we have enough problems these days?
I know I do.
- Just To Be Clear: The Hook Doesn’t Know Where You Can Score! (youvebeenhooked.wordpress.com)