With extreme prejudice.
As you may have guessed, the bellmen had to deal with a retired teacher’s conference last week, with mixed results.
No wonder kids today are so messed up.
RETIRED TEACHER: Can we have our bags put in Tammy Henderson’s car?
THE HOOK: You have to see the Valet Dept. for that, miss..
RT: But they sent us to you! (So much for that lesson on not interrupting!)
THE HOOK: All right, I’ll put the bags in the car for you ladies. Do you have the valet tag number?
RT: It’s Tammy Henderson’s car!
THE HOOK: I gathered that, miss, but I still need the tag number. We have almost 1000 rooms in the hotel. That means we have a lot of cars in the garage.
RT: Oh my!
And this was before 9 am!
The remainder of the morning found the bellmen fighting a losing battle against the hordes of retired teachers and their hearing loss and arthritic bones! Still, we manged to pull through and by the afternoon, something extraordinary happened…
The old biddies retired to the shadows and the generous seniors took centre stage!
We remained overwhelmed with requests for luggage storage, (at one point we had 25 calls and 4 carts left!) but almost everyone actually tipped, well! It’s a funny thing, working teachers are among the rudest and cheapest souls you’ll ever meet in the hospitality industry, but I guess they undergo a transformation in their golden years.
Of course, these ladies were the product of a kinder, gentler society which further explains the cultural differences. At the end of the day, though, once the damage was repaired and the debris was removed, things got back to normal and the usual class of douchebag returned. The teachers were a memory, or to be more accurate, a future blog post.
The rude old biddies still have no idea how close they came to seeing the White Light!
See you in the lobby, kids…