...'cause only then can I help you (...maybe).
Had a very inebriated guest wander into my lobby. The following conversation occured.
Cast:
Me:
DG: Drunk Guest
DGW: Drunk Guest Wife(?)
Me: "Hello, how may I help you?"
DG: "Er...um..." *mumble mumble* "What?"
Me: "Do you need a room?"
DG: "I'm already here!"
Me: "Then how may I help you?"
DG: *mumble mumble* "erm....PILLOWS!"
Me: "Pillows? For which room?"
DG: "Huh? I don't have a room!"
Me: "So you do need a room?"
DG: "Yeah! I need a roooooooom."
I go about collecting the info for what he needs. During this time, DGW wanders in. She appears completely sober, but lets me continue to deal with DG.
Me: "Okay, that will be $80, and I'll need to see some ID." (Not exact price, but rounded close enough for the purposes of the story.)
DG: *pulls out a wad of $1, $5, and $10 bills and slowly attempts to count them, swaying back and forth the whole time...* *puts $20 on my counter* "There'sh shixty..."
Me: "Sir, that's only $20."
DG: "Huh?"
Me: *counts out bills in front of him* "That's $10, $15, $20."
DG: ".....are you shure?"
Me: *again, counts out bills in front of him* "That's $10, $15, $20."
DG: "How mush more do I need?"
Me: "Sixty dollars."
DG: *goes back to fiddling with his money*
Let's just say that you can lather, rinse, and repeat the above a few more times. He put another $15 down, then had me recount, then another $2...during this time, another guest comes in. I can tell DG doesn't have enough, and this is taking way too long.
Me: "Sir, how about you move over here and count your money while I help this other guest."
I move DG's bill pile aside. At this point, DGW comes over to help him count. I assist the waiting guest. DG starts to wander into her space; I have him move back over. At some point, DGW leaves, and DG is still counting money.
Me: *going through process of checking in the guest*
DG: "Wha?.....WHOA WHERE DID SHE GO?!?!?"
Guest: "I think she left and went that way."
DG staggers (I wouldn't call it walking) out. He comes in and out a few times before dissappearing.
Guest: "Thank you for doing that and letting me in ahead."
Me: "Yeah....that transaction just wasn't going anywhere!"
After I checked in the guest, I poke my head out, since DG and DGW hadn't returned. I see DG down at the end of the lot, pissing in the bushes. It looked like he was on his way out, so I didn't bother run to down there and chase him. (Just poked my head out again and sure enough, he's gone.) Hopefully, we won't see them again.
Had a very inebriated guest wander into my lobby. The following conversation occured.
Cast:
Me:

DG: Drunk Guest
DGW: Drunk Guest Wife(?)
Me: "Hello, how may I help you?"
DG: "Er...um..." *mumble mumble* "What?"
Me: "Do you need a room?"
DG: "I'm already here!"
Me: "Then how may I help you?"
DG: *mumble mumble* "erm....PILLOWS!"
Me: "Pillows? For which room?"
DG: "Huh? I don't have a room!"
Me: "So you do need a room?"
DG: "Yeah! I need a roooooooom."
I go about collecting the info for what he needs. During this time, DGW wanders in. She appears completely sober, but lets me continue to deal with DG.
Me: "Okay, that will be $80, and I'll need to see some ID." (Not exact price, but rounded close enough for the purposes of the story.)
DG: *pulls out a wad of $1, $5, and $10 bills and slowly attempts to count them, swaying back and forth the whole time...* *puts $20 on my counter* "There'sh shixty..."
Me: "Sir, that's only $20."
DG: "Huh?"
Me: *counts out bills in front of him* "That's $10, $15, $20."
DG: ".....are you shure?"
Me: *again, counts out bills in front of him* "That's $10, $15, $20."
DG: "How mush more do I need?"
Me: "Sixty dollars."
DG: *goes back to fiddling with his money*
Let's just say that you can lather, rinse, and repeat the above a few more times. He put another $15 down, then had me recount, then another $2...during this time, another guest comes in. I can tell DG doesn't have enough, and this is taking way too long.
Me: "Sir, how about you move over here and count your money while I help this other guest."
I move DG's bill pile aside. At this point, DGW comes over to help him count. I assist the waiting guest. DG starts to wander into her space; I have him move back over. At some point, DGW leaves, and DG is still counting money.
Me: *going through process of checking in the guest*
DG: "Wha?.....WHOA WHERE DID SHE GO?!?!?"
Guest: "I think she left and went that way."
DG staggers (I wouldn't call it walking) out. He comes in and out a few times before dissappearing.
Guest: "Thank you for doing that and letting me in ahead."
Me: "Yeah....that transaction just wasn't going anywhere!"
After I checked in the guest, I poke my head out, since DG and DGW hadn't returned. I see DG down at the end of the lot, pissing in the bushes. It looked like he was on his way out, so I didn't bother run to down there and chase him. (Just poked my head out again and sure enough, he's gone.) Hopefully, we won't see them again.
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