So Toyota recently had a conference at the hotel – and the fun was flowing like cheap champagne.
Especially when I rode one of the guest elevators and three very chipper Toyota executives boarded consecutively…
TOYOTA EXEC #1: Hey, I’m Toyota Scarborough!
(To be clear, I don’t think he was the entire dealership, I think he just worked there.)
TOYOTA EXEC #2: I’m Toyota Philly!
TOYOTA EXEC #3: Hey there, I’m Toyota Boston!
ME: Hey! I’m Robert… and I drive a Chrysler!
Yes, I am incorrigible, thank you for noticing. Incidentally, Toyota is a great company whose execs make great hotel guests; not every company or organization can make the same claim.
I’ve seen drunken bankers fornicate on folding tables in the hotel’s laundry room in the middle of the night.
Insurance agents make daredevils look like paraplegics. (I guess they figure they’re covered for any and all “emergencies”.)
Security once threw an ad executive out after he took a swing at a bartender.
A nun once grabbed my butt. (I think she might have yelled, “Praise, Jesus!” afterwards… but I can’t be sure.
I’ve lost track of the number of preachers who have checked in on a regular basis and ordered hookers immediately. One gentleman always ordered a companion who appeared to be at least fifteen years old.
Yep, I’m being serious.
One of the wildest groups we ever hosted… consisted entirely of police officers. (Needless to say, we didn’t call 911 when they got out of hand.)
So thank you, Toyota, for being hyper, but happy and well-behaved.
See you in the lobby, kids…
By the way, nothing beats a Fourth of July post about a foreign car manufacturer – written by a Canadian, am I right?