The other day I helped a very cool woman with her luggage. She reminded me of a young Jan Levinson (played by Melora Hardin) from the TV show, The Office.
She was pretty and professional, and carried herself well. In town for a convention that was now over, she needed a taxi to the airport—and she was running very late. She was a bit spastic because she still needed to check-out, and she was also afraid the taxi-cab line would be long. I told her to check-out through the use of the TV (a copy of the bill would be emailed to her) and I assured her I could get a taxi immediately, despite the long line. She finally relaxed.
As we descended down the elevator, I asked how her stay was.
"Oh, just superb," she replied, "except Cher cancelled her show last night."
"She did?" I asked surprised.
"Yes, and at the very last second. Everyone was seated in the showroom and then the announcer said she was too sick to perform."
"That's a shame," I said as the elevator door opened, "ya know, when Celine Dion was here, she cancelled many times."
"Really?"
"Yup. One time, an hour after hearing she had cancelled her next three shows, I checked-in a family from the Philippines who had flown here just to take their 14 year-old to see the show—it was the girl's birthday present."
"Wow, what did they do when you told them Celine cancelled?"
"Are you kidding me? I wasn't going to be the one to break the news to them! I delivered their luggage, showed them the room, brought them ice, and told them to enjoy their stay and the show."
"You didn't tell them about Celine?" she asked, laughing.
"No way! Train wreck avoided!"
"Well, I'm sure they had a good vacation despite not seeing the show."
"Yea, I'm sure they probably did... ya know, because Las Vegas is so well-geared for a 14 year-old kid."
The woman reacted to my semi-sarcastic remark with a sly and stern—yet flirtatious—smile.
I think she liked me.
"I bet you don't have children, do you?" she asked as she gave me a tip.
"You bet right," I said, "Las Vegas has another winner!"
As I closed the taxi-cab door, she was still laughing.
For the next few hours I hoped she'd come back to the hotel—after possibly missing her flight. She never returned though.
For once I think I did my job a little too well.
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FiN.
