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I work as a houskeeper in a national park. Group tours frequently stay in the section I was cleaning yesterday, and they all check out at once, usually much later in the morning than we would prefer because we need to turn the rooms around quickly. For some reason, they ALWAYS want to leave their carry-on luggage in the rooms until 10:29 AM (their key cards stop working at 10:30), which always causes problems.
On this particular glorious day, it was probably around 10:15 when my boss instructed me to go strip the sheets out of a certain room. Once I'd looked in, I told her there was still carry-on luggage. She said go strip the bed without the luggage on it and take out the dirty towels, so I did.
As I reached for the door to leave with my armloads of soiled linens, the door flew open and suddenly a man was glaring at me as if I had dark designs on the $800+ camera lying on the bed amidst the bags. "S...sorry," I said, not yet having processed what was happening, but trying to deflect the homicidal rage I saw before me.
"OUR STUFF IS STILL IN HERE!"
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir, but my boss told me I was to strip the sheets from the bed without any stuff-"
"WELL YOU CAN TELL YOUR BOSS TO GO F-"
"It doesn't MATTER, HENRY!!" snapped his wife, shoving him past me into the room. I quickly made a Zoidberg-like escape and told my boss what had happened.
"It's my fault," she said, apologizing over and over, and knocked on the guests' door. The man opened the door a crack and my boss started apologizing. She got out about three words when he bellowed "JUST LEAVE ME ALOOOOONE!!!" loudly enough to wake Cthulu and slammed the door in her face (which is quite a feat when the door is only open about three inches).
I spent most of the rest of the morning cheerily wishing when he died, he would die alone and unloved...
On this particular glorious day, it was probably around 10:15 when my boss instructed me to go strip the sheets out of a certain room. Once I'd looked in, I told her there was still carry-on luggage. She said go strip the bed without the luggage on it and take out the dirty towels, so I did.
As I reached for the door to leave with my armloads of soiled linens, the door flew open and suddenly a man was glaring at me as if I had dark designs on the $800+ camera lying on the bed amidst the bags. "S...sorry," I said, not yet having processed what was happening, but trying to deflect the homicidal rage I saw before me.
"OUR STUFF IS STILL IN HERE!"
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir, but my boss told me I was to strip the sheets from the bed without any stuff-"
"WELL YOU CAN TELL YOUR BOSS TO GO F-"
"It doesn't MATTER, HENRY!!" snapped his wife, shoving him past me into the room. I quickly made a Zoidberg-like escape and told my boss what had happened.
"It's my fault," she said, apologizing over and over, and knocked on the guests' door. The man opened the door a crack and my boss started apologizing. She got out about three words when he bellowed "JUST LEAVE ME ALOOOOONE!!!" loudly enough to wake Cthulu and slammed the door in her face (which is quite a feat when the door is only open about three inches).
I spent most of the rest of the morning cheerily wishing when he died, he would die alone and unloved...
Yeah, his anger was a bit much.
Thanks for the smile so early.
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