I head outside, bell cart in tow, to a van and out pops a gray-haired old lady.
VIXEN #1: That’s not big enough!
THE HOOK: I beg your pardon? That’s a little forward!
As she broke up laughing, another lady emerged…
VIXEN #2: That’s the biggest you’ve got?
THE HOOK: (I stretched my arms out to my side and looked down) This is the biggest they make!
She broke up as the third and final vixen appeared.
VIXEN#3: You’re going to need more than that!
THE HOOK: I don’t know what you ladies had in mind…
VIXEN #3: We’ve got a lot of stuff! It won’t all fit on that!
THE HOOK: Trust me ladies, I’ll take care of it. Unless you prefer to be like some of these losers who make six trips to the room…
ALL VIXENS: NO!
Sure enough, they had..
- One case of beer.
- One cooler.
- One radio.
- Three duffel bags.
- Three shopping bags full of food.
- Eight Christmas gift bags!
But it all fit – with room to spare!
VIXEN#1: You’re good!
THE HOOK: I’m going to let that one go…
VIXEN#2: Oh, you!
They checked in, we met up at the room and they reflected on the size of their cart load.
VIXEN#1: I can’t believe how much we have! And you say some losers carry their own?
THE HOOK: I love that you used the term “loser”! But yes, they do. And if you really examine it ladies, you only have three actual bags of clothes! The rest is… assorted extras, shall we say?
VIXEN #2: We need all that!
They laughed some more, tipped me $20 and we parted ways. Looking back on recent events, it would appear my luck has balanced out somewhat these days.