A QUICK RECAP: The Hook is a bellman in a luxury hotel with a thousand rooms. Sunday morning checkout makes the fall of Saigon look like a tea party. Let’s begin, shall we?
1) Suitcase malfunctions. A young, white couple arrives and I unload their bags. As I’m rolling my cart into the storage room, a loud buzzing begins to emanate from one of the suitcases and voids the silence. A Cheshire grin appears upon my face as I run my hands along the back of the bag and hit pay dirt: sure enough, the prominent outline of two “mechanical boyfriends” helped set the tone for the day to follow…
2) Hung-over Frat Boys. Nothing makes your day like listening to a bunch of jackasses push their way through the Sunday morning crowd while shouting “Dude, where’s my car?”
3) Still-drunk Bachelorettes. Of course, frat boys are tame compared to the attention a group of wasted females draw to themselves as they stumble past bewildered families while one of them “whispers”, “Sally, I think I’m going to throw up that Red Bull we had with the leftover pizza this morning!” And then she does.
4) The weight of the week. On any given Sunday, I’m usually feeling the effects of the fun and games that follow my weekdays, but this week was a KILLER – courtesy of a seemingly-invincible flu bug- so I was envying the dead…
5) Not being able to sleep in. I have a family and a full time job. I miss sleep.
6) There’s nothing to watch on TV. I don’t watch football. Honey Boo Boo, anyone? I don’t think so…
7) You know Monday is coming… And Mondays suck, right?
8) Having to clean up from Saturday night. If your Saturday was kick-ass, then your Sunday is going to kick your ass…
9) Trying to write blog post. I’m nearly done, but stumped. Sue me.
10) The x-factor. Sundays, especially my Sundays, were made for the phrase, “expect the unexpected”. This week’s offering: a leak that started in a single room on the 34th floor and soon spread. To. Every. Single. Floor. Below. That was fun to deal with….
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2 and 3 sound fun to watch. 10 would probably leave me unemployed and looking for a new line of work.
Don’t kid yourself, you’re made of strong stuff, buddy!
Mondays suck indeed but hey, that number 1) must have been fun! I’m sure there’s been many similar encounters, either in rooms, or left over stuff or… care to share one day?
Soon.. I promise!
Sets the mood for how I’m feeling this morning.
Glad to hear it!
Lol, not quite what I had in mind. Obviously my head was still in the clouds and not woken up…think #2, what am I saying, starting to sound incredibly blonde here. I was sick and it all wrote out the wrong way.
>“Sally, I think I’m going to throw up that Red Bull we had with the leftover pizza this morning!” And then she does.
- A woman of her word. Whachya complainin’ ’bout, huh, Hook?
Kate
I don’t really know, Kate!
I was in Barcelona on Sunday! Ha!
Barcelona? You suck! I never leave the Falls…
Sorry!
Sounds like a pretty sucky Sunday. So did you actually get the flu or not?
No, I’m still flu-free!
So you sorta left us hanging on #1 (this inquiring mind wants to know) since you were taking it to your storage, you couldn’t just let the buzzing continue, so did you turn it off?? More importantly did you let the couple know that you were kind enough to save their battery life by turning off their buzzing buddies ??? (I can’t believe you would let this one go w/o some witty comment toward the culprits)
I’ll expand on #1 soon – promise! I haven’t had the time to expand on this one, but I’ll get to this as soon as my family fully recovers from this killer flu…
Sounds good and wishing everyone a speedy recovery !!
Your Sundays are certainly interesting, Hook! Looking forward to your #1 story/stories. Are Mondays still as bad when you’ve worked on Sunday?
Yes!
What a nightmare, but ….tomorrow is Wednesday! Woohoo!
New comic book day! Yay!
There you go!
Can only guess where #1 is going but can’t wait to read. 10 sounds like it was horrible. Leah.
Oh, it certainly was!