Let me begin by publicly declaring my love and respect for the housekeeping department of my humble little slice of hotel heaven. They truly rock!
Seriously, I wouldn’t clean up after the modern-day douchebag for any amount of money! My heart goes out to those brave souls who are wiling to clean up other people’s filth.
And trust me, people leave a lot of filth behind these days.
That having been said, the sheer size of a department like housekeeping yields an endless supply of blog material. Let’s travel back a few years and visit with the housekeeper whose boyfriend had just turned a corner in his life, one she felt would lead to prosperity for her.
DELUDED HOUSEKEEPER: (Upon entering staff cafeteria) Hello all! I’m going have Graduation Sex tonight!
THE HOOK: You’re taking on an entire graduating class? I hope cameras are present…
DH: No, silly! My boyfriend is graduating with his electrical degree and he’s moving to a much better-paying job…
THE HOOK: So he can afford your prices now?
THE HOOK: Never mind. Please continue.
DH:That’s about it, we’re gong to have wild sex and he’s going to make more money and we’re going to get married, have kids and buy a big house!
THE HOOK: Not to be a wet blanket or anything, but hasn’t it occurred to you that he may leave now that he’s graduated? That always seems to happen to girls once their guys finish school….
DH: He’d never do that!
THE HOOK: They always say that too…
DH:That won’t happen!
At that point, her nostrils flared and the room filled with the steam emanating from her pierced ears. The Hook beat a hasty retreat but two weeks later, we met up in the elevator. She walked in slowly, her head hung in defeat.
THE HOOK: What happened, the boyfriend dump you?
I was actually kidding. I should have known better, though!
DH: Yes, he did!
I really should have seen that coming.