I’ve seen it all.
Or at least, it sure feels that way at times.
But Sundays have a way of twisting the ordinary into the bizarre, and my latest excursion into the wildest day of the week was no exception. Check-outs were done; the crowd had laid waste to the rooms and the lobby – as per the norm – and a wave of calm spread across my little slice of Heaven.
Yeah, right. More like the calm before the storm. In this case it was more like a sudden rain shower – of the strange.
I made my way outside to assist a young, well-to-do couple with minimal belongings..
- 1 backpack.
- 2 duffel bags.
- 1 small hanging bag.
- 1 pair of shoes.
- 1 shirt – loose and wrinkled.
And when I turned my back, the gentleman added an “item” while the lady beat a hasty retreat inside – it was freezing out!
- 1 baby girl – in a closed-over car carrier and bundled up in a Toronto Maple Leafs baby “sleeping bag-type deal”!
And so I stood there for a very long half-second (it’s possible!), before I headed inside – slowly. I don’t think I’ve ever exercised more caution with a bell cart, I can tell you that! We met up with Mommy inside and after a moment of chatting, she took off again – this time to the Front Desk!
As I began to follow her, one of the valet supervisors was aghast at the concept of “Bell Service for Toddlers” and he made his feelings known – loudly!
“What are you doing? You can’t take a baby on the cart!’
Fortunately Mommy was out of earshot, but the staff loved the ridiculousness of the entire situation! I made my way to the Front Desk and waited while Mommy checked-in. My presence didn’t yield as many strange looks as one would have expected; people are too used to the unusual these days – I blame the Kardashians – but after Mommy was ready we stood in the lobby and waited for “Daddy of the Year” to arrive.
Guests began to filter by and one young, bubbly female couldn’t help but squeal with delight at the sight of my cart – and its sole occupant, her little fist shoved in her mouth!
“That’s the cutest luggage EVER!”
Daddy Dearest returned and we all made our way upstairs – protocol be damned, I wasn’t using the service elevator this time – and I slooowly rolled my precious cargo down the hall while her parents raced ahead. I unloaded the luggage while Mommy and Daddy marveled at the view. Finally one item remained and I had to request assistance in unloading it!
Should a stranger really need to ask you to remove your child from a luggage cart? Seriously? Still, they weren’t bad people, just more than a little addle-brained.
I’ll say this for them: they certainly were trusting…
ONE LAST THING…
The Hook’s wife, VampireLover, has decided to throw her hat in the blogging ring with a site devoted to her passion (not vampires!), crafting! She’s new to this blogging business so she’ll be posting infrequently at first, but the idea is to share patterns and ideas with like-minded crafty individuals. So if any of you have any suggestions or links to share, feel free to drop by The Crafty Mother and tell her The Hook sent you!
I’m sure I’ll need brownie points for something soon!