06-29-2011, 03:38 PM
:patriot:Recently I went across the border for an overnight trip to Canada.
Since I moved to the northwest itâs only a two-hour trip.
Anyway we check into a really nice place that had a super tiny lobby and that needed your hotel key to really get anywhere. Try to wrap your head around this for a moment. The only way the elevator worked was you had to scan your hotel key card to work the elevator - even if it stopped on another floor you had to scan it before it moved again.
Anyway we arrived late, my mom paid for the suite so that she could have the bedroom and I could have the couch bed. She was so âexhaustedâ from the trip from Seattle she decided she was going to take a little nap.
Fine.
I wanted to see what this place had to offer for over two hundred dollars a night.
I slid my card and was on my way to the 16th floor - supposedly a spa and an unmatched view of the city.
Well, the view I saw had nothing to do with buildings.
Somewhat perverted of me I know but this tall pretty guy - looked like a dancer (wink, wink) was on the elevator too. He had a basket of boxed, wrapped candies and âwelcome to the hotelâ flyers
I jokingly said that it would be too easy for him to play roulette with them.
That is one out of X would be poisoned and he wouldnât know who it was until someone didnât check out when they were supposed to. He had a kinda creepy smile as if I had divulged his secret.
âActually,â he said. âThese are part of a promotion that one of the conventions that are staying with us - one of them has an expensive piece of jewelry in it.â And he gave me one of the boxes!
âand if it doesnât..?â I asked.
âJust some expensive chocolates.â then giving me a wink he stepped off the elevator to make another round.
Unfortunately I did not win the special box but I did call the phone number inside the box for the company who put the boxes together.
âIâm with the convention staying at the ****** Hotel and just had a sample of your candies. Could you tel me how much to purchase some for my return trip home?â
Apparently bull is easier to swallow over the phone.
âActually,â the voice informed me in an eerie tone of I-couldnât-tell-if-it-was-female-or-not. âThose candies are part of an exclusive line only for weddings and conventions. They can be purchased in similar boxes like you received with your choice of ribbon starting at seventy-five dollars perâ¦â
I tuned the voice out for a moment.
Seventy-five dollars for chocolate?
And the concierge just gave me one?!
âHow many may I put you down for Missâ¦?â
âSmith,â I said. âIâll be in touch after this eveningâs banquet. Thank you.â
Later, when I saw the cute guy he broke away from his post long enough to ask me if Iâd âfound anything?â
With a wink I answered âjust the best service in Vancouver!â
Since I moved to the northwest itâs only a two-hour trip.
Anyway we check into a really nice place that had a super tiny lobby and that needed your hotel key to really get anywhere. Try to wrap your head around this for a moment. The only way the elevator worked was you had to scan your hotel key card to work the elevator - even if it stopped on another floor you had to scan it before it moved again.
Anyway we arrived late, my mom paid for the suite so that she could have the bedroom and I could have the couch bed. She was so âexhaustedâ from the trip from Seattle she decided she was going to take a little nap.
Fine.
I wanted to see what this place had to offer for over two hundred dollars a night.
I slid my card and was on my way to the 16th floor - supposedly a spa and an unmatched view of the city.
Well, the view I saw had nothing to do with buildings.
Somewhat perverted of me I know but this tall pretty guy - looked like a dancer (wink, wink) was on the elevator too. He had a basket of boxed, wrapped candies and âwelcome to the hotelâ flyers
I jokingly said that it would be too easy for him to play roulette with them.
That is one out of X would be poisoned and he wouldnât know who it was until someone didnât check out when they were supposed to. He had a kinda creepy smile as if I had divulged his secret.
âActually,â he said. âThese are part of a promotion that one of the conventions that are staying with us - one of them has an expensive piece of jewelry in it.â And he gave me one of the boxes!
âand if it doesnât..?â I asked.
âJust some expensive chocolates.â then giving me a wink he stepped off the elevator to make another round.
Unfortunately I did not win the special box but I did call the phone number inside the box for the company who put the boxes together.
âIâm with the convention staying at the ****** Hotel and just had a sample of your candies. Could you tel me how much to purchase some for my return trip home?â
Apparently bull is easier to swallow over the phone.
âActually,â the voice informed me in an eerie tone of I-couldnât-tell-if-it-was-female-or-not. âThose candies are part of an exclusive line only for weddings and conventions. They can be purchased in similar boxes like you received with your choice of ribbon starting at seventy-five dollars perâ¦â
I tuned the voice out for a moment.
Seventy-five dollars for chocolate?
And the concierge just gave me one?!
âHow many may I put you down for Missâ¦?â
âSmith,â I said. âIâll be in touch after this eveningâs banquet. Thank you.â
Later, when I saw the cute guy he broke away from his post long enough to ask me if Iâd âfound anything?â
With a wink I answered âjust the best service in Vancouver!â


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