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Oh, drop towels all over the floor after all, you don't have to pick them up.
At a rate of $169 a night, they danged-well better pick up my towels, my cereal crumbs and watermelon rinds.
Good news Berkeley Dave, the Lifeguard you spotted was a temp, the regular Lifeguard, Jean Claude, is back from Holiday in France. Bon chance!
Oh, if only.....
(And thanks for the cute picture.)
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Thank you guys! This kind of thread is one of the reasons why I love this board so much. Hope you had your fun, David 
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Hotels are amazing, magical places, aren't they?
There is a saying (and I forget by whom, so don't anyone rag on me for paraphrasing) that goes, "When you are in a hotel, you are in an alternate reality". Having worked in one a long time ago I can tell you that it's true, from a guest perspective as well as an employee perspective. In so many ways, anything goes.
A friend of mine once told me that when he was working at the front desk, a guest once asked for 2 keys to the room, then slid one of the keys back to my friend, saying that this key was "for him."
So, Ock-man, did you ever get an *offer* from a guest?
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A friend of mine once told me that when he was working at the front desk, a guest once asked for 2 keys to the room, then slid one of the keys back to my friend, saying that this key was "for him."
So, Ock-man, did you ever get an *offer* from a guest?
Holy cow, just the question itself brought back a TON of memories. 
Anyway. The first time a guest propositioned me, I was a banquet porter helping out the serving staff during a small dinner (being a go-fer, basically... just running to get whatever they needed). A slightly older (as far as I could tell) guy attending it passed by the service area a couple of times then poked his head in and asked if I'd be interested in doing something later. Which is not a big deal in itself, but his vocal inflections and body language made his meaning clear. Being a straight guy, I was just a teenie bit rattled... but I rambled off a polite "no, thanks" and headed down to the staff cafeteria for a coffee or two. It was really nothing, but at the time my 18-year-old brain made it a little bigger deal in my head than it actually was. My level of social unsophistication back then gives me a good chuckle now.
It was always clearly indoctrinated into we employees that diddling around with guests could get you fired, so all my future debauchery was with staff- LOL!
Man, the early 80's were AWESOME!
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... but I rambled off a polite "no, thanks" and headed down to the staff cafeteria for a coffee or two.
Now, THIS is my ideal of a polite young man: he's courteous even to a MASHER! 
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Another year, another hotel, another city. This time it's Orlando. (Cheez, I thought LA sprawled. This place has it beat.)
Hotel room looks about the same as last year.
Two beds this time, though. What am I supposed to do with two beds?
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