It’s a Murdoch Mysteries Monday. A Gotham Monday. Family Day in Ontario. President’s Day in the United States. The day after the star-studded 40th anniversary of Saturday Night Live. Heck, for all I know, it’s National Hug a Hedgehog Day, that’s how overloaded this Monday appears to be.
So, in the spirit of celebration, I present to you now a celebration of life in all its glory, shame and naughty fun, courtesy of my unique customer service skills.
We’ve covered this before but in an age of sensory overload courtesy of tech addiction, our minds have been conditioned to dump information as fast as we draw it in, so it bears repeating: A bellman’s duties, in no particular order, include…
- Loading and unloading a guest’s vehicle with precision and speed. (You’d be amazed how many bags can fit into a Honda when packed correctly.)
- Navigating a sea of Red Bull-addicted rugrats, cougars, hockey parents, gamblers, escorts, and a veritable minefield of luggage, coats, and coolers in the lobby and hallways in order to reach a guest’s room within fifteen minutes.
- Answering phones in a clear, confident tone – while conversing with a bevy of idiots.
- Ensuring the guest has everything they need to make their stay both memorable and crisis-free.
- Taking a metaphorical bullet for a guest.
Longtime readers of my blog and Twitter account (all ten of them), aren’t rolling their eyes right now… but everyone else is. Let’s see if I can convince the skeptics among you, shall we?
The Bell Desk, You Pick a Day, 11 am.
ME: Bell Desk, Robert speaking. How may I help you? (Isn’t it cool how I made it apparent that I was answering the phone? #Genius.)
EDDIE, THE MOST PUT-UPON SON-IN-LAW OF THEM ALL: Uh, yeah.. I need a bellman –
VARIOUS BACKGROUND VOICES, ALL SCREAMING: EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE! (You get the point, right?) ARE YOU GETTING THE CAR TOO, EDDIE? OR ARE YOU GOING TO SCREW THAT UP TOO?
Many hospitality professionals advocate a “see no evil, hear no evil” approach when dealing with guests; the popular belief being that a true professional should ignore the elephant in the room (or, in this case, over the phone), in order to put the guest at ease.
ME: I’m guessing you’re having a challenging morning, sir?
Many hospitality professionals have never heard of The Hook, nor would they approve of me if they did. But screw ’em, my methods have stood the test of time. And besides, you know what they say, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Unless you desperately need the work, then you should go to town on it with a hammer in order to put food on the table for your family. What, you never heard that expression?
EDDIE: (Quietly.) Uh, yeah… you have no idea.
Eddie was having a helluva time releasing the words from his throat so I made it easy for him. I arranged for his family’s cars to be delivered and I headed up to his group of rooms. Eddie was just as I imagined; a short, mousy, thin white guy with black, messy hair.
What I couldn’t have imagined was Eddie’s wife: A statuesque, gorgeous, raven-haired, drop-dead-gorgeous, toned, gorgeous young wife named Janet. Did I mention she was gorgeous? And well-mannered and sweet to the bellman? Because it bears mentioning, especially when you consider that the average gorgeous wife is indifferent to the bellman, not sweet and well-mannered. But Janet was the towering, gorgeous exception to the rule.
Her family, however, was a different story all together. Mom and dad were Ward and June Cleaver clones – from Hell. Their clothes were upscale and modern but their minds were locked into a simpler time with simpler values… that no one wants to see return. Grandma and grandpa were equally creepy (though their clothes hadn’t been in style for decades), and even more outspoken. Great-Grandpa (don’t these people ever die?), was cranky as hell but I issued him a pass for being older than whoever decided to call dirt “dirt”. Janet’s two brothers and sisters were nice enough. To me. Although, to be fair, they were too busy busting Eddie’s balls to bother with the bellman.
Check out some of the slings and arrows Eddie suffered in a manner of minutes.
“The room was too hot, I thought I was going to liquify into the bed, Eddie!” – Grandma
“The room was too cold, Eddie… I froze my nuggets off!” – definitely not Grandma
“I wish you’d woken us up earlier. We hate being rushed! Old people have heart attacks when they rush around like young whippersnappers. You should have more consideration!” – Great-Grandpa
“I have no idea why my daughter bothers with you, Eddie. You must be hung like a stallion!” – Mom (Yes, mom.)
“Can we just get out of here so we can forget this trip ever happened?” – Brother #1
“I’ll never forget this trip… it’s burned into my memory.. that’s how bad it sucked!” – Sister #2
And on they went… and on… and on. Honestly, I zoned out as I loaded my cart beyond capacity; a single thought ringing in my head.
“This poor bastard would make Al Bundy feel sorry for him!”
I did my best to wrangle the family from Hell under my control and get them out of my hotel as fast as I could.
ME: Okay, folks, I have everything loaded up. I know you all want to get going so you can begin to erase this trip from your collective memory so why don’t we head out?
SISTER #2: We’re not done busting my sister’s husband’s balls yet!
JANET: He’s your brother-in-law and you’ve all done enough, thank you very much.
DAD: We’ve barely started, honey. Besides, your husband has to learn to stand up for himself.
ME: With all due respect, sir (when beating a guest back, always start with “with all due respect”), I’ve been where your son-in-law’s standing and there’s a fine line between standing up for himself and creating family disasters he’ll have to hear about at every get-together for the rest… of his… life.
JANET: Finally, someone with sense! Let’s go, family! You’ve embarrassed me enough.
I swear every single member of Janet’s family rolled their eyes simultaneously. And that’s quite a feat for the older folks. As for Eddie, he just stood out of the way with his head down in the metaphorical trenches, no doubt praying for an end to the day’s hostilities.
But once we all jammed into the elevator, like human sardines (“Hardines”? “Sumans”?), it was obvious that wasn’t going to happen. The trip took forever, as the elevator kept stopping at EVERY. SINGLE. FLOOR. As I explained the obvious to frustrated guests, Eddie’s tormentors kept nipping away at his testicles. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer.
ME: (To Eddie in a quiet voice.) The next time you’re in Niagara Falls, sir, you owe me.
The complaints were flying fast and furious but I brought the conversation to a halt.
“Boy, everyone sure looks tired this morning. I’m sure beat. I was in such a rush this morning, my usual fifteen- minute shower had to be compressed. And you know what? I was so preoccupied with getting to work on time that I forgot to masturbate!”
I even punctuated my revelation by slapping my right hand against my head. (Acting!)
And that, boys and girls, is how you make an impression on guests.
As for the family from Hell, they just stood there speechless, their jaws gaping wide. Finally, they had something else to agree on besides their mutual hatred of Eddie: The bellman was nuts.
Right on time, the elevator opened, the family picked up their jaws and headed out. Eddie and Janet ponied up an appropriate tip, shaking their heads all the while.
Don’t ever tell me I’m not willing to go above and beyond for my guests. And their money.
See you in the lobby kids…
You should be in the UN, Hook. You’ve dealt with all possible situations and types of people. You understand the easiest way to unite a group, get them past their differences, and get it going in one direction is to give them a new target for loathing.(and fear)
Genius. Classic Hook.
I do what I can.
People could use us as a threat…”Don’t make us come up there and straighten things out! It’s won’t be pretty!” (insert big laughs here. Hope your day goes well, Hook. )
Hey Hook, I know you well enough to appreciate your sense of humor. Could I interest you in writing a funny story for Tales2Inspire? At least I’d love it if you would go to http://www.tales2inspire.com and click on CONTEST. No fees involved. Lots of free branding opportunities. No gimmicks – promise. Contact info also posted there if you want to dialogue.
I have to ask or maybe just say, ‘I’ll bet Eddie picked up the tab for the visit.”
I will never stop being amazed…states reader number more than 10 so there!
Thanks for the reminder, old friend.
Hope you’re doing well.
And here I thought that the proper way to deal with guests from hell was a super-charged cattle prod. Any time one of them opened their pie holes to snipe at Eddie, ZZZAAAPPP!!!, then watch them and giggle maniacally as they lose bladder control and flop around like a fish out of water. Of course, the obvious downside is having to load their twitching carcasses onto the luggage cart, which, as previously stated, was already over capacity. 😈
Love your style, tho.
Where do people like these come from? I got a headache just reading their disgusting taunts. Once again your sense of humour won the day, 👿
It comes in handy…
I spent the past weekend having a three year old punch me in the stomach every time he saw me. Gotta love the hospitality industry!!
It’s the greatest.
You have impeccable timing, Hook. Saved by the Bellman, indeed. Hopefully the Dante Family riffed on you instead of Eddie the whole car trip.
That was the plan.
You. Are. Genius.
You. Have. Great. Taste.
I. Do. 😀
haha. that was amazing. wow.
Your “wow” honors me.
you’re welcome 🙂
Bless You …I see the struggle continues. You deserve a raise , a big one !
I know, right?
OH NO YOU DIDN’T?!?!?!?!
I’m dying over here…you slipped that little nugget in and caught me by surprise…I was still trying to imagine what Janet looked like!!