A Sunday For The Record Books.. Part Two.

Previously on You’ve been Hooked!…

  • It was the Holiest of Days and the Gates of Hell had been blown wide open.
  • The inmates were running amok in the asylum, but they were tipping well so I kept my cool, although my wife would disagree with my assertion that I ever had any “cool” to begin with…

Moving on, as the morning wore on tempers began to flare, and while such meltdowns are par for the course, even I find myself amazed by how things sometimes pan out…

  • There were over seven hundred check-outs on this particular day and six bellmen on duty; sooner or later, we were going to be overwhelmed. Again, this is par for the course.  One gentleman took exception with the standard fifteen-minute wait; as he was voicing his frustration, however, I was able to arrange for his car to be delivered, race upstairs, load his bags and come back down before he was finished ranting! He was beside himself, which only served to raise my stress level as I now had two jackasses to deal with…
  • My next guest had it all figured out: he was going to “load the trolley his way so his shit stays put!” After Shakespeare was finished I tried to caution him about disregarding the advice of a professional (and yes, I meant myself!) but he wasn’t listening. “I know the best way to pack my own shit! I could do this job blindfolded!” As we were unloading his bags into his F-150 (you knew this guy was a redneck, right?), Brainiac realized his laptop was missing; it soon turned up – underneath his cooler. My response? “For the record, sir, if I had loaded the cart that way, I’d probably be fired.” I took my $5 tip and headed out while his Southern-fried brain was still processing this turn of events.
  • Continuity is important: you can always count on a drunken guy to drop a case of beer or wine at least once on a Sunday. As for the girls, they usually throw up in the closest garbage can – or behind their friend’s car. This week’s winners, Jane “I swear I’m not a drunken slut – usually” Doe and John “In my defense, she’s really great in the sack – when she’ s conscious, that is!” Doe. Jane began to dry heave on John who immediately dropped his case of beer – in front of his friend’s car. I have to give them points for originality, right?

And that was my latest Sunday. And yes, I’m still sober, nor do I pop anti-depressants like candy… Take care, folks.


A shout-out to my newest blog buddy, Kristen Lamb and her best-selling tome, We Are Not Alone: The Writer’s Guide to Social Media. Give it a try, folks. You won’t be disappointed…


My first foray into blogging minimalism, 1,001 Reasons Why Steve Sucks… is up and running. Give it a look-see, will you?


It must run in the family. The Hook’s daughter has developed a taste for sci-fi/fantasy and so she has launched her own Facebook fan page for the ABC drama Once Upon A Time.

Fans of Once Upon A Time is a labor of love – and it shows. Check it out: fans of Tom Welling – and I know there are quite a few of you out there – will be pleased to see he’ll be making an appearance this season.

The bottom line is this: my daughter wants to rack up as many “likes” as she can, so help her out, okay?


About The Hook

Husband. Father. Bellman. Author of The Bellman Chronicles. Reader of comic books and observer and chronicler of the human condition. And to my wife's eternal dismay, a mere mortal and non-vampire. I'm often told I look like your uncle, cousin, etc. If I wore a hat, I'd hang it on a hat rack in my home in Niagara Falls, Canada. You can call me The Hook, everyone else does.
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29 Responses to A Sunday For The Record Books.. Part Two.

  1. Ray's Mom says:

    Having spent a long career serving the public, I can relate to the episode above. Still laughing, er reminiscing. Good one.

  2. I am dying to know where you work. If you can’t post it, can you email it to me? I just want to check out the website. Must be a pretty large hotel if you had 700 checking out same morning.

    • The Hook says:

      My hotel is, and must always remain, ambiguous. For obvious reasons…

      • Michelle at Motley News says:

        Shucks. LOL.. I figured it was. I just wanted to check out the photos online, but your job is definitely more important.

  3. Jennifer says:

    F-150! My type of vehicle. Not to say I’m a redneck or anything. A for the Doe family pure class. And like Michelle, I’m intrigued at this place of work of which you speak often….

  4. jlheuer says:

    I think you need little cards that you flip up to award style points for dropsy and hurling.

  5. Jo Bryant says:

    Oh but you are an interesting fellow to know

  6. TheJackB says:

    Sometimes people just peachy. Got to love the public.

  7. TheJackB says:

    Damn, I hate when my comments make me look so damn articulate. Oops.

  8. mairedubhtx says:

    Sounds like another great day!

  9. becca3416 says:

    Aw man… more southern stereotypes proving themselves in reality? I’ve got to get to the fly part of 25tofly soon so I am not mistaken for a rude incompetent red neck.

  10. TBM says:

    Another eventful day Hook. I don’t see any F-150s in London. I can’t say the same about idiots.

  11. Hotel have a powerwasher always available?

  12. leah says:

    They should offer complementary puke bags throughout the hotel with a note saying “if going drinking, take me please!”. So nasty. L.

    • The Hook says:

      Nasty is the word, Leah – definitely! Thanks for all the support. Seriously, I appreciate your loyalty and friendship; they’re invaluable…

  13. You don’t have to clean up the puke though…do you?

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