For Whom the Bell Tolls
It tolls for me I think, at least it did this morning. I was covering front desk and went into the breakfast room to brew another pot of coffee for the guests. I soon heard the bell that sits on front desk ringing. I have worked here a year and no one has ever picked up that bell.
I see a blonde woman standing grinning like a moron who asks for extra towels I hand them over and go back to the breakfast room. No more than 15 minutes later I hear that blasted bell ring again, sure enough same woman this time asking about when checkout is. I understand ringing the bell the first time since she did not know where I was. But she saw me exit the breakfast room and re-enter it, instead of looking around the corner for me she chooses to ring the bell again.
An hour goes by I am at the desk taking a reservation on the phone when you guessed it, I heard the bell ring again. In near disbelief (since I was in plain sight behind the desk) I see the woman standing there, bell in hand, moronic grin on face. She takes one look at the expression on my face and sets it down. "I was just joking" she grumbled as she handed me her credit card. All I know is if I get anymore people with that kind of sense of humor that little bell is going to be a victim of a tragic woodchipper accident.