actualy, nebo skipped one thing. (since he wasn't there for it")
once we got out room, we were only waiting for our luggage. ok, the room wasn't exactly what we wanted, it was across the pool. a long walk to the food court. oh well.
we were happy waiting by the hippy dippy pool (ok you all say THAT 10 times, fast!)in what was , unbeknowst to us, the last sun of the trip... but once we had our room assignment, we wanted to SEE where we were going to be, for the next umpteen days.
I told Nebo, "well, the worst that could happen, since we requested at check in, pool side view, is the furthest away from the "cut through".... bingo! we were one room away from the furthest. longest walk you could possibly have to the food court, etc, " sigh!
well, it's a short walk to the bus stops (we had only requested this area just to change up our stay atPOP century. we had always been in the 50s or 60s section.) thought bldg 9 would be ok. no such luck.
but!!! it would be VERY convenient to a nice table, poolside, to play yahtzee at, lie by the pool at(yes I am ending all these sentances with a preposition), HAD IT BEEn NICE WEATHER!!.. but.. I digress..
anyhoo... as we are getting settled in to the room.. SANS any , um.. alcohol..... I see the bell hop guy, walking around with baggage from .. "Magical Express'! yay!!!
now, we HAVE mugs, just need our whiskey and vodka, which is IN our baggage. which I can SEE our baggage, ON the cart that the guy is draggin around the 90's building.
I run across to him.
"hey!" how ya doing? I can see my luggage there.. on your cart! him.. "how do you know it's yours?"
me.. "it's the ONLY garage sale special" luggage on your cart. every one else has the black luggage with the wheels and roll away handles. (nebo REFUSES to buy new luggage, but that's dif. story entirely).
now, I say, "I see my luggage on this cart you have... can I have it? it's mine" I will carry it. it's only 2 bags, and it's RIGHT here!!!
NOPE! you can't have it. um it's MINE!!! I SEE IT! I can TOUCH IT ! I want it!!!!
HIM: well , how far down is it, cause I have to "scan it": before I give it to you.
ME: I am standing right here. I see my 2 bags. one has one bag on top of it. the other has 2 bags on top of it....you can "scan it "while I am standing right here.
nope. I can't give it to you. it will be about an hour till I get to your room.
huh??! I am standing here! these are my 2 bags!!! scan them I will carry them!!! give me MY belongings! nope. he wouldn't. he would NOT give me MY bags!!!( I had all the paper works.).he said.. how deep are they? like , if they were on top, he would have given them to me. but one bag was one deep, and the other was 2 deep. too much bother to dig into it?
45 minutes later, he showed up at my door, with my 2 bags
with his hand out.
guess what? I am the BEST TIPPER!! hubby gets SO mad at me for OVER tipping!!!
as a waitress and bartender, I tend to OVERTIP. he would NOT let me take my bags, (And he COULD have scanned them) and I would have tipped him double, but, guess what.. I didn't tip at all!
all he had to do was let me remove my bags from the "pile" 2 deep at the most) and I would have tipped him most generously.