I really suck at titles..
At any rate, let’s get back into the swing of things, shall we? But first…
TO VAMPIRELOVER AND ALL MY FRIENDS OUT THERE…
Behind every sick, whiny man there’s a woman to make him soup, send him to bed – to watch an entire season of Supernatural – and make sure he gets his butt to the doctor! I stumbled down the stairs Tuesday morning to discover my wife had taken care of my blogging duties for the week. Nothing like the love of a good woman, right?
In return, I happily suffered through a brand new episode of “Heaven on Earth”, Vampire Diaries! The wife was quite pleased with the latest installment of Stefan, Damon and the rest of the impossibly good-looking residents of Mystic falls.
And to my many blogging friends: Thank you a million times over for all the good wishes and concern. We’ve never actually met but we share a piece of ourselves with every post. I for one am grateful for the opportunity to get to know each and every one of you.
Here’s a post I wrote before my pesky mortality got in the way.
THE FIRST CALL = THE MOST MEMORABLE!
So this nice, older gentleman comes to the desk and after a little explanation he sent me up to his room to retrieve and store his bags. My first clue as the tone of the call was his last line “Is there a charge for that?”
Never a good sign.
Nevertheless, I approached his door with high hopes – okay, moderate hopes – especially when a sweet old lady answered the door.
CRANKY OLD LADY: And what do you want?
Okaaay. My answer was quick and direct, the best approach to take in a case like this.
THE HOOK: Your bags, miss. Your husband sent me up to collect and store them.
COL: Oh! I’m terribly sorry! The housekeeper has been giving me a hard time!
With that sorted out, we established a god rapport and I walked away with a tip and a new friend. She even threw in a $1.50 when they returned later on!
Overall, the guests really weren’t a problem today; the lobby was a walk-in freezer! We have this problem every year – the lobby I work out of is new and inadequately heated – but we get through it. The guests, however are another matter entirely…
FROZEN DAD: Why is this goddamn lobby so cold?
THE HOOK: Because heat costs money, sir. If it was free you’d be sweating right now!
He gave it some thought, threw me $2 and apologized – sort of.
FD: Here you poor bastard, buy some coffee!
Hey, if he tips me, I don’t care what he call me!
My first check-in was a real character; a return guest with some charming qualities.
- A white, always dirty – inside and out – Mercedes.
- He parks across the street at the casino and makes us travel over for his “luggage”.
- Said “luggage” consists of an 80s “Ghetto blaster” stereo, a six-pack of Corona, a duffel bag and assorted crap.
- Messy jet-black hair and ugly glasses hide a pair of bloodshot, beady eyes.
- His traveling companions are of equally high quality: a young goofball and a woman with menthol breath and an inflatable mattress strapped to her back!
All in all, he’s a real catch, ladies. And he never tips more than $5 – ever. Fortunately, he was the only bad apple in the bunch – for this particular day, at least.
That’s all I have in me for now, folks. See you soon.