There is a man who stays in our hotel once a month for a week. He does work out here every single month and has a slight southern drawl, but also speaks so eloquently and crisp like that of a News anchor. He's an attractive man, but I am really not interested.
By now he's figured out my work schedule, and our lunch break. I never told him but he always asks me where am I going for lunch. I always tell him, "Home." I don't want him to go where I go and he's never asked to go to my home, so that was safe. Well, I lie. I do not go home but go to various restaurants around here to pick up something fast, or I just eat there and then go back to work.
Oh gosh, I made it to a hamburger shop called Rally's. Guess who I see? It's the guy who always gets our best rooms, comes in every single month for a week, and always asks me out. I was already eating, my face stuffed, and he came up with a tray, didn't sit in front of me, but sat at a table within the same booth, and was like, "It's good to see a familiar face. Mind if I join you?" I mean, he had already sat down, so what was I supposed to say, "No?"
Well, I packed my food up rather fast, because I told him I had to get gas and get back to work to clock in on time. I didn't really need gas, but just wanted to go. I don't feel like a hottie in my sweaty maid outfit. I feel like a trashman! Anyhow, it's cool he finds me attractive but it is not going to go anywhere.
Lo and behold, I ended up having to clean his room. His room smelled so nice, like a fresh shower...he never uses the trial size shampoos or soaps we leave. The room smells like the Axe body wash he has in the shower, and the Polo Sport by Ralph Lauren that sits on his vanity. His room also has a hint of leather because of his leather luggage. Guess what, he requested that I personally clean his room because he said I do it better than anybody else." I had noticed that my room schedule had said that Estella got one of my rooms and I ended up with one of hers. We had a room swap.
The man, who I have figured by the paperwork on his nightstand is named Mark, only needed extra towels, as all his towels and washcloths were used. I made his towels extra fluffy, by shaking them out and refolding them. I fluffed his pillows although we were trained to flatten them, and even straightened out his shoes which were in a mess in front of his closet. I had to, he left me a $30 tip on his pillow.
I'm so very flattered.