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About 8 years ago I worked for a man who owned a hotel and a gas station. They were nearly next to each other. The area in which they were located lent itself to a great deal of employee turnover. Therefore, after I worked there for several months I had learned to work any and all jobs between the two and literally lived there (I had my own permanent efficiency room).
At the gas station we had a lot of drive-offs (this was the golden age of $1.19 a gallon before mandatory prepayment). I never had one but I was very careful to watch the pumps. We had a few straight driveoffs but most of them were actually people who came into the store, shopped and or used the restroom and left. If they were regulars, the owner would talk to them when they came in next andet them pay under the guise that they forgot-which I find highly unlikely but anyway. Several of them became enraged and said things like, if this happens again, I'm not paying! Still not sure why they assumed this would be ok. Anyway, rule was, if a customer who had pumped gas came in and you failed to remind them to pay and they drove off, you had to pay it back. I was sitting front desk one night when the girl staffing the gas station called to say she had a driveoff but remembered that the customer had mentioned he was staying at the hotel. I called the owner who went down to the store and viewed the surveillance tapes and saw that it was a guy and 2 women who had checked in earlier. He called their room and told them they needed to pay for their gas, then asked me to call the girl at the store to tell her they were on their way. She didn't answer, so I offered to walk over and tell her so she wouldnt be suprised.
The girl, Tina, was about 19 and to put it mildly, a ditz. When I told her, she squealed "Ahh, i dont want to talk to them!" And ran in the back room. So...I decided to collect the money. Since, you know, I had no choice.
I dont know about you but if I basically stole something I would be a little apologetic to the person I stole from. Not so this guy. Let's call him Billy Bob, since we were only scant miles from the filming site of Deliverance and he looked to be related to those extras. He reeked of something that might well have been cured in a still and had a mullet that would have made Joe Dirt proud. He had one of the women with him and while he communicated mainly in grunts and snorts, I could understand a bit of what he said and he was not happy.
SC: I don't appreciate haffin to get out of bed and come down hyah!
Me:...k. That's $10.00 for the gas.
SC: It was that blonde girl's fault that we didn't pay anyway.
Me: Oh, so it was our fault you stole?
SC: What!? Let me tell you sumpin-
Me: no, you're done here, please leave (note: I was allowed to do a lot less a** kissing by the owner than I am at my current job. I miss him. If only current job didn't pay twice as much)
SC: I ain't goin' nowhere!
Me: Ok. *starts dialing 911*
Woman with SC: come on!
Warning: this part is NOT for weak stomachs. You have been warned.
Next day, I am playing housekeeper. This was winter (out of season for this area) and we only had about half the rooms full. Checkout was 11 but it was a Sunday and we were relaxed about it. I cleaned all the other rooms and it was nearly 1pm, though and still Billy Bob and his brides hadnt left. We called their rooms several times and he kept grunting that he was about to go. Finally, owner told him he could leave or pay another day. So out the window of the office I see him and his brides leaving, looking quite worse for the wear. Glad to be rid of him, I take my cart to his room. It looks fairly normal at first. I always started by stripping beds. So I pulled down the bedspread of the first (there were 2 doubles) and stripped it and then went to the other one. And nearly puked.
About halfway down the bed, about where your waist would be, was a bloodstain. A huge bloodstain. And it was dark blood that was kind of-clotted. Not trying to be too graphic, but it looked like menstrual blood only a lot of it. There was also a spot in the floor about 6 inches across. The bathroom floor, tub and toilet and every towel and washcloth were saturated. To this day, I don't know what happened. We saw all 3 of them leave so none of them died (it was that much blood). I therorize that it was a home abortion. I could be wrong, but i can't imagine what else would bleed so much and not kill you, unless there was someone else around. We had to get one of those hazmat cleaning teams, like from Sunshine Cleaning, to come in and go to work on the room.
At the gas station we had a lot of drive-offs (this was the golden age of $1.19 a gallon before mandatory prepayment). I never had one but I was very careful to watch the pumps. We had a few straight driveoffs but most of them were actually people who came into the store, shopped and or used the restroom and left. If they were regulars, the owner would talk to them when they came in next andet them pay under the guise that they forgot-which I find highly unlikely but anyway. Several of them became enraged and said things like, if this happens again, I'm not paying! Still not sure why they assumed this would be ok. Anyway, rule was, if a customer who had pumped gas came in and you failed to remind them to pay and they drove off, you had to pay it back. I was sitting front desk one night when the girl staffing the gas station called to say she had a driveoff but remembered that the customer had mentioned he was staying at the hotel. I called the owner who went down to the store and viewed the surveillance tapes and saw that it was a guy and 2 women who had checked in earlier. He called their room and told them they needed to pay for their gas, then asked me to call the girl at the store to tell her they were on their way. She didn't answer, so I offered to walk over and tell her so she wouldnt be suprised.
The girl, Tina, was about 19 and to put it mildly, a ditz. When I told her, she squealed "Ahh, i dont want to talk to them!" And ran in the back room. So...I decided to collect the money. Since, you know, I had no choice.
I dont know about you but if I basically stole something I would be a little apologetic to the person I stole from. Not so this guy. Let's call him Billy Bob, since we were only scant miles from the filming site of Deliverance and he looked to be related to those extras. He reeked of something that might well have been cured in a still and had a mullet that would have made Joe Dirt proud. He had one of the women with him and while he communicated mainly in grunts and snorts, I could understand a bit of what he said and he was not happy.
SC: I don't appreciate haffin to get out of bed and come down hyah!
Me:...k. That's $10.00 for the gas.
SC: It was that blonde girl's fault that we didn't pay anyway.
Me: Oh, so it was our fault you stole?
SC: What!? Let me tell you sumpin-
Me: no, you're done here, please leave (note: I was allowed to do a lot less a** kissing by the owner than I am at my current job. I miss him. If only current job didn't pay twice as much)
SC: I ain't goin' nowhere!
Me: Ok. *starts dialing 911*
Woman with SC: come on!
Warning: this part is NOT for weak stomachs. You have been warned.
Next day, I am playing housekeeper. This was winter (out of season for this area) and we only had about half the rooms full. Checkout was 11 but it was a Sunday and we were relaxed about it. I cleaned all the other rooms and it was nearly 1pm, though and still Billy Bob and his brides hadnt left. We called their rooms several times and he kept grunting that he was about to go. Finally, owner told him he could leave or pay another day. So out the window of the office I see him and his brides leaving, looking quite worse for the wear. Glad to be rid of him, I take my cart to his room. It looks fairly normal at first. I always started by stripping beds. So I pulled down the bedspread of the first (there were 2 doubles) and stripped it and then went to the other one. And nearly puked.
About halfway down the bed, about where your waist would be, was a bloodstain. A huge bloodstain. And it was dark blood that was kind of-clotted. Not trying to be too graphic, but it looked like menstrual blood only a lot of it. There was also a spot in the floor about 6 inches across. The bathroom floor, tub and toilet and every towel and washcloth were saturated. To this day, I don't know what happened. We saw all 3 of them leave so none of them died (it was that much blood). I therorize that it was a home abortion. I could be wrong, but i can't imagine what else would bleed so much and not kill you, unless there was someone else around. We had to get one of those hazmat cleaning teams, like from Sunshine Cleaning, to come in and go to work on the room.
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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