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Here I am at work, doing some busy-work and keeping myself amused. It's an hour past check-out and three hours before check-in, so I am getting caught up on a few things I'd put aside. We only had a few check-outs today and one of them had never come down to check-out with me. But, that's pretty common. Housekeeping hadn't called to ask if they were a stay-over so I went ahead and ran the process myself.
Not more than a few minutes goes by before someone comes out of the elevator and grabs a luggage cart. She comes up to me and says her key isn't working. I immediately know who she is, room 217, my no-show for check-out. She had thought she could check-out when she liked. When I told her the actual checkout time (12 noon, it's later than a lot of hotels allow already) she is not only shocked, but genuinely sorry that she's so late. Easy enough for me to forgive. She gathers her things and begins the kids for leaving, but not before stoping for some coffee.
While she is at our coffee, her kids are running around the lobby. I'm used to some fairly demonic behaviours from some kids. These aren't bad themselves, but they have a rubber ball they are throwing against the walls. One plant down, then another. I ask them, very cheerfully, if they could be careful. There mom isn't looking at all. They hit the chandelier and I uneasily watch it sway abck and forth.
"Hey guys, what a great ball you have! Can I see what's on there?" The kids hand me the ball and brag about how they got the Dora the Explorer instead of the other one with an ugly cow on it. I nervously laugh and hold on to the ball until mom comes around the corner. But, here's my next shock, the mom comes around the corner with 8 cups of coffee. I don't know why she needed so many, but I guessed it was to keep up with her kids.
"Need some more energy?" I ask her. "Oh no, this isn't for me, it's for the kids. They LOVE this stuff." Huh.....ummm.....4 cups of coffee each? I decided not to interfere. Not while I'm on the job anyway. I just really hope the end to this won't be what I suspect it will....
Not more than a few minutes goes by before someone comes out of the elevator and grabs a luggage cart. She comes up to me and says her key isn't working. I immediately know who she is, room 217, my no-show for check-out. She had thought she could check-out when she liked. When I told her the actual checkout time (12 noon, it's later than a lot of hotels allow already) she is not only shocked, but genuinely sorry that she's so late. Easy enough for me to forgive. She gathers her things and begins the kids for leaving, but not before stoping for some coffee.
While she is at our coffee, her kids are running around the lobby. I'm used to some fairly demonic behaviours from some kids. These aren't bad themselves, but they have a rubber ball they are throwing against the walls. One plant down, then another. I ask them, very cheerfully, if they could be careful. There mom isn't looking at all. They hit the chandelier and I uneasily watch it sway abck and forth.
"Hey guys, what a great ball you have! Can I see what's on there?" The kids hand me the ball and brag about how they got the Dora the Explorer instead of the other one with an ugly cow on it. I nervously laugh and hold on to the ball until mom comes around the corner. But, here's my next shock, the mom comes around the corner with 8 cups of coffee. I don't know why she needed so many, but I guessed it was to keep up with her kids.
"Need some more energy?" I ask her. "Oh no, this isn't for me, it's for the kids. They LOVE this stuff." Huh.....ummm.....4 cups of coffee each? I decided not to interfere. Not while I'm on the job anyway. I just really hope the end to this won't be what I suspect it will....
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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