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Weekend nights at the hotel are tame compared to Sunday mornings. At 9:30 or so the lobby was packed with people eating as much food as they can. One loud family occupied a table in front of the TV and treated the other guests including me and our breakfast lady to MTV's Real World. It was a mom and a dad, a "grown up" man-boy and a teenage daughter. They weren't making much noise other than forcing the rest of us to listen to awful TV and weren't bothering anyone... until...
...until the man-boy decided to play a trick on his sister. Did he pull her hair? No. Did he call her names? No. Did he, pick up a 3 gallon glass container of Froot Loops from the breakfast bar and dump it over her head?
You betcha. The lobby fell silent save for the idiot MTV show and the girl crying.
His family got out of there without an apology leaving their trash and a sea of Froot Loops on the floor.
This was my favorite part though. As the kid walks past the desk he tosses me a quarter and says, in his best Harrison Ford voice "sorry about the mess." For a brief moment i admired his audacity.. then admiration gave way to hatred as i helped the breakfast lady sweep up a huge cereal mess.
...until the man-boy decided to play a trick on his sister. Did he pull her hair? No. Did he call her names? No. Did he, pick up a 3 gallon glass container of Froot Loops from the breakfast bar and dump it over her head?
You betcha. The lobby fell silent save for the idiot MTV show and the girl crying.
His family got out of there without an apology leaving their trash and a sea of Froot Loops on the floor.
This was my favorite part though. As the kid walks past the desk he tosses me a quarter and says, in his best Harrison Ford voice "sorry about the mess." For a brief moment i admired his audacity.. then admiration gave way to hatred as i helped the breakfast lady sweep up a huge cereal mess.
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