It’s the end of my night. The banquet manager is going home. I turn off all the lights in each meeting room as I do my final walk through. Air conditioners off, check. Store rooms locked, check. Computer turned off, check. It’s around 12:30am and finally it’s time to leave.As I stop in the bar to get a cup of water for the trip home, I come face-to-face with a Room Service waiter that is helping himself to a Grey Goose and tonic in a plastic cup.
He looks me in the eye…I can smell the fear from across the mahogany bar top. Not a word is said. Then he puts a lid on the cup and does an abrupt about face and scurries out of the bar. Of course I follow him.
Down the rear service stairs he goes with me in hot pursuit. Boy, either he’s one fast SOB or I’m getting slow. I finally catch up with him. With his liquid loot still in his hand I say, “What’s in the cup”? Now he looks at me with those same eyes as a sad little bunny rabbit………….”Ugh, I was just getting a drink for the ride home”. “I’m sorry”, he said, “It won’t happen again”.
Correct! You’re FIRED!
I hope he doesn’t know where I park my car…
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2 comments:
oooh, BUSTED!
You nipped that in the bud!
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