Hotel Tales

It had been a long week and I was on duty for the 6th day in a row. I was working in a Hotel in Harrisburg, PA. The convention checking in was Lyttle People of America.

So needless to say, our guests were "vertically challenged". We made lots of special arrangements like having steps placed at the front desk counter so they could reach check-in, etc...

As they arrived, it was kind of cool. So many people that were happy to see other people just like themselves. Finally, they were a majority and they were genuinely thrilled.

The convention was going well....I stopped in to check out their guest speaker. He was one of the Lollipop Kids from the original Wizard of Oz. The only one left alive. He was old....I mean old.....but he was signing Wizard of Oz memorabilia and other stuff.

So it seemed like a typical conference. Until that first night's reception.

Lyttle people like to get CRUNK. These dudes and dudettes were toasted. They drank up a storm and of course, ended up extremely drunk. Several people passed out. We had to call an ambulance for two people and the evening turned out to be quite hectic.

When we finally got most of the folks out of the Ballroom, we started cleaning up. We cleared all of the dishes off the tables and started breaking things down for the night. As your girl, 1969 starts pulling tablecloths off the rounds....I end up catching two individuals getting their groove on underneath the table. WTF?

"Uh....excuse me folks....the party is over....and I am sure you can continue this in your rooms upstairs"

"Just give me a minute" says my lyttle friend.

So you know what? My tired azz covered the table and told him to take his time.

1969 is for the children.