Here we go, one hundred things – some good, some bad – from my oft-fevered mind.
(Hey, it’s better than no material at all, right?)
#100: Travelers Who Can’t Count.
One of my duties as a bellman is to store and eventually retrieve travelers’ bags from our storage room. (Which, incidentally, looks like Eric Foreman’s basement.)
At any rate, the process is ridiculously-simple:
- The guest arrives at my desk, plastic bags and laundry baskets in tow.
- I ask the guest how many bags (some have actual luggage, but not many) they would like to store.
- The guest freezes when faced with a math question.
And this, kids, is what really creams my corn.
How difficult is it to keep track of how many bags you’re traveling with? Seriously, some of these people actually shudder when they stop to look around at their luggage. Drool collects on their lips. They start to count but often surrender to their own idiocy.
“How many bags do I have? God… this is so hard. Uh… let’s see… one… two.. ten!”
Imagine dealing with that a hundred times a day while load ing anfg unloading buses and dancing like a trained monkey – in a monkey suit – for tips…
And that, friends, is part of why The Hook is The Hook. My frustration comes honestly, trust me.
See you in the lobby, kids…