Friday, July 18, 2014
Mexican Jumping Beans and Baby Ruths
I love this time of year. Nice weather, long days, fresh veggies.
Last night I finished my second day of work at the hotel. Of course we're quite busy at the hotel with the summertime crowd. Usually the guests at the hotel are quiet and sedate (we get the older crowd) but sometimes we get the moms with the Mexican Jumping Jack kids. That was last night.
A mom with her two boys, who were both about seven or eight years old. I saw them in the parking lot, both boys jumping up and down like Mexican Jumping Beans (or Mexican "Yumping" Beans) and squealing like little girls, always wanted that attention, attention, attention. Oh boy, "I would be in for it tonight" I thought. And I wasn't wrong.
Not to bore you with all the incidences but the one that really sticks with me (no pun intended either figuratively or metaphorically) was when "Mom" came to the front desk and said in her broken English ("Mom" was Asian, the boys mixed race), "De toilet. De toilet. Overflow!" Oh great.
I was on the phone when she shot that missile at me, not totally unexpected by the way. I cradled the phone on my shoulder and said "I'll take care of it." She said again "Toilet, toilet. Overflow." Again I said, with probably a world weary expression on my face, "I.Will.Take.Care.Of.It."
She left, I'm sure not quite understanding what I said but she.did.leave.
After I got off the phone I ambled over to the bathroom and saw the damage. Yup. The water in the toilet was up to the very rim and I mean VERY RIM. Must have been a whole role of toilet paper in that water plus……are you eating? If so, come back to this missive later. PLUS…….one big "Baby Ruth" on top of the toilet paper.
Thank you Mom.
How that "much" could come out of one little boy stretches my imagination but there it was, deadly.
Thank goodness I knew where the plunger was. Folks, this is probably the ONE THING I hate about working in hotels……PLUNGE TIME.
Oh the stories I could tell. Yes, I have experience with this emergency. And you know, these toilet paper, water to the rim (and sometimes over and on the floor) emergencies have almost always involved children, specifically young boys. What is THAT all about anyway?
Returning to the bathroom with my plunger I ever so delicately sink the plunger into the fouled, toilet paper infused water and…….pray.
YES! I did it. I got the toilet to flush without any overflow to the floor below. Thank you to the Power above. My luck runneth over.
Of course the bathroom now had that dank, baby poop smell (that was a big specimen after all, he must have felt great after he expelled that torpedo). I HAD to get rid of that smell because all it was doing was reminding me of the near disaster I averted thanks to my quick thinking and experience with previous mishaps of this ilk.
I do bring my own neutralizer spray with me which I aimed a few squirts in the direction of my most recent adventure.
Life in the fast lane folks or shall I say "life at a small boutique hotel in the first town in the first state". One just never knows when one is called to perform and avert a nasty situation. The hotel got its money's worth from me last night folks. I think I'll ask for a raise.