Suspicious minds
It's not unheard of that people answer the door to take delivery of room service in a state approaching naked, not really something we really take notice of... unless what's seen is something 'extraordinary'.... be it a good thing... or a horrid horrid image burned onto the back of your retina (my earliest memory of it being a 40 stone german feral man with moonglow white skin, black curly body hair like a gorilla and stained y-front's opening his room door when I was 13... obviously the last delivery I made for quite some time).
Last night however someone at work took notice. My favourite porter (we'll name him... Tom) came down to reception last night with the drool pooling in the corner of his mouth, jaw open wide and boy was he willing to offer his services.
It seems the 'lady' (yes I use that word loosely) in 203 had ordered a little something via room service. When asked how long it would take Tom answered (in his usual cheeky manner) 'long enough to have a shower.'
Seems she took him literally, and 15 or so minutes later answered the door in panties and something approximating a baby doll dress swinging just below the waist.
Which is when he made the comment to me of 'anything 203 needs, I'm her man' (never mind his partner... kids etc. The poor man was taken aback and the lower brain was well in control.
I went on dinner break and was relieved by BadBoy the Duty Manager. He has evil tendencies (we get on fantastically) and I had to reign him in from paging Tom and asking him to take 203 more towels (not sure why I did.... maybe because last week BadBoy told Tom he had to return a call to a lady... who was a hooker... just coz BadBoy was bored).
A coupla hours later Tom's doing his floor check (wandering about to make sure the hotel's looking it's sleepy best and all the peoples about are behaving) but he has another 3 floors to do. Being curious buggers we check to see whether he's been past 203 yet.... 'No'
We're timing him to make sure he doesn't get lost up there.
Five (acceptable) minutes later he comes down with quite a downcast look... like a kid who's dropped the lollipop.
203 (aka Babydoll) was in the shower.... again (yes he'd listened at the door)....
Why would a woman shower several times in 2 hours.... a good looking woman....
Further investigation required (me looking up her invoicing). She's local.... been here a few days... and paying cash.
Now I'm not saying everyone who pays cash in a hotel is a hooker, but this is how the logic goes (and it's been proven on several occasions).
People who pay cash are of two types... the anti-credit-card brigade (the terrible spendaholics.. me me me me me me.... and the ones who are just hiding something).
BB is a fine example... he's a uni student, who stays i a suite for several weeks at a time yet always pays in lumps of cash and is always seen with different men... uni student my ass (well his ass really, so it's his prerogative to sell it I guess)
Asia is another one... comes for 2 weeks (or should that be cums).. always pays in cash (and housekeeping watched 11 men come and go from her room one day before we kicked her to the curb (BB is more subtle).
Unfortunately for Tom Babydoll was a cash paye... and local... .ding ding ding, we have a winner.
He's looking for it and she's selling it, hehehehe.
I know it's mean to dash hopes like that but oh how I laughed.
Last night however someone at work took notice. My favourite porter (we'll name him... Tom) came down to reception last night with the drool pooling in the corner of his mouth, jaw open wide and boy was he willing to offer his services.
It seems the 'lady' (yes I use that word loosely) in 203 had ordered a little something via room service. When asked how long it would take Tom answered (in his usual cheeky manner) 'long enough to have a shower.'
Seems she took him literally, and 15 or so minutes later answered the door in panties and something approximating a baby doll dress swinging just below the waist.
Which is when he made the comment to me of 'anything 203 needs, I'm her man' (never mind his partner... kids etc. The poor man was taken aback and the lower brain was well in control.
I went on dinner break and was relieved by BadBoy the Duty Manager. He has evil tendencies (we get on fantastically) and I had to reign him in from paging Tom and asking him to take 203 more towels (not sure why I did.... maybe because last week BadBoy told Tom he had to return a call to a lady... who was a hooker... just coz BadBoy was bored).
A coupla hours later Tom's doing his floor check (wandering about to make sure the hotel's looking it's sleepy best and all the peoples about are behaving) but he has another 3 floors to do. Being curious buggers we check to see whether he's been past 203 yet.... 'No'
We're timing him to make sure he doesn't get lost up there.
Five (acceptable) minutes later he comes down with quite a downcast look... like a kid who's dropped the lollipop.
203 (aka Babydoll) was in the shower.... again (yes he'd listened at the door)....
Why would a woman shower several times in 2 hours.... a good looking woman....
Further investigation required (me looking up her invoicing). She's local.... been here a few days... and paying cash.
Now I'm not saying everyone who pays cash in a hotel is a hooker, but this is how the logic goes (and it's been proven on several occasions).
People who pay cash are of two types... the anti-credit-card brigade (the terrible spendaholics.. me me me me me me.... and the ones who are just hiding something).
BB is a fine example... he's a uni student, who stays i a suite for several weeks at a time yet always pays in lumps of cash and is always seen with different men... uni student my ass (well his ass really, so it's his prerogative to sell it I guess)
Asia is another one... comes for 2 weeks (or should that be cums).. always pays in cash (and housekeeping watched 11 men come and go from her room one day before we kicked her to the curb (BB is more subtle).
Unfortunately for Tom Babydoll was a cash paye... and local... .ding ding ding, we have a winner.
He's looking for it and she's selling it, hehehehe.
I know it's mean to dash hopes like that but oh how I laughed.
posted by LuSh at 8:58 AM
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