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So I'm standing there at the desk checking someone in and the guy in line behind him starts mouthing along to the song playing on his iPod, complete with exaggerated hand gestures that indicate he's listening to "Call Me Maybe". I keep a straight face most of the time but finally it gets to be too much and I start laughing and have to apologize to the gentleman I'm helping and I explain "I'm sorry, a man's dancing behind you," at which the man turns around and the dancing man stops and makes an I'm-trying-too-hard-to-look-serious face.
I get done helping the first man and the dancing guy comes up and is like "I was singing 'Call Me Maybe'! Could you tell?" I have a big grin and I tell him I sure could, and get his name. Turns out he has four rooms, but for once I don't mind all the rigamarole that comes with checking in multiple rooms. At one point during the transaction he offers me his headphone but his buddy is like "Come on, Jim, those were just in yer ears. She doesn't wanna...I mean, eew!" I just laugh and keep going with the check-in. Dancing guy makes some terrible joke about how he doesn't really know these people he's traveling with, he just met them, and it's kind of crazy, but he thinks he might ask for their numbers
. Then he says he's gonna play "Moves Like Jager" and see if he can freak out some of the other people in the lobby. He finds the song while I'm swiping his credit card on each room, and starts doing a sort of flailing, jerky dance and mouthing the words. People stare at him and I just laugh harder at their expressions.
Best part was my coworker was like "SO...what was wrong with that GUY?" later and I laughed and said "Nothing, he was just really excited to be here (beautiful National Park) and he was dancing and singing along to his iPod." "Oh. I thought he was having some kind of seizure." Not really...it looked more like this:
He would have got along well with my mom, who once wore a plastic dollar store tiara at a gas station on a road trip and started shrieking at us that she was a princess in front of some cops...
I get done helping the first man and the dancing guy comes up and is like "I was singing 'Call Me Maybe'! Could you tell?" I have a big grin and I tell him I sure could, and get his name. Turns out he has four rooms, but for once I don't mind all the rigamarole that comes with checking in multiple rooms. At one point during the transaction he offers me his headphone but his buddy is like "Come on, Jim, those were just in yer ears. She doesn't wanna...I mean, eew!" I just laugh and keep going with the check-in. Dancing guy makes some terrible joke about how he doesn't really know these people he's traveling with, he just met them, and it's kind of crazy, but he thinks he might ask for their numbers
. Then he says he's gonna play "Moves Like Jager" and see if he can freak out some of the other people in the lobby. He finds the song while I'm swiping his credit card on each room, and starts doing a sort of flailing, jerky dance and mouthing the words. People stare at him and I just laugh harder at their expressions.Best part was my coworker was like "SO...what was wrong with that GUY?" later and I laughed and said "Nothing, he was just really excited to be here (beautiful National Park) and he was dancing and singing along to his iPod." "Oh. I thought he was having some kind of seizure." Not really...it looked more like this:
He would have got along well with my mom, who once wore a plastic dollar store tiara at a gas station on a road trip and started shrieking at us that she was a princess in front of some cops...
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