He came to the counter with an arrogant swagger. The clerk started to say, “Good morn-“
“Can I speak to a manager?” he interrupted in a brash manner.
The hotel clerk said, “I am the current supervisor on shift.”
“Well all I can say is this is the most sub-par room I have ever stayed in. I’m surprised I am not leaving with a hundred bedbugs!”
“Is there anything we can do to make the rest of your stay more pleasant?”
“I doubt it. There was a racket from the pool first thing this morning and I woke up after only 4 hours of sleep.”
“Do you want to move to a quieter room?”
“That would be too much of a hassle for me. Just know I am leaving a terrible review when I leave.” And he stormed off towards the free breakfast bar.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – brash
I have always liked beards. I guess it is because my Dad always grew one on vacation, so I remember happy times when he was home wearing a beard. When I saw the gentleman walk through the door with the grey and black beard I took some attention to it.
He was a handsome man with the rugged good looks of Sam Elliot. I only could dream that his voice was the same deep throated whisper. I tried to look professional behind the registration desk as he approached and asked for his room. Not quite the same voice, but still a rich deep tone.
He was staying for three nights and I about fainted when I asked the dumbest cliché question, “Is this for business or pleasure?” What was wrong with me! I was immediately embarrassed and began to blush.
The man grinned a little and said, “A little of both actually. A family wedding and some paperwork to go over with my old attorney.”
I asked, “The Franklin/Cooper wedding this weekend?”
“Yeah, she is my cousin. Do you know her?”
“I went to school with the groom, David.”
“Well it is a small world. Maybe you can save me a dance at the reception?” the man asked with a gleam in his eye.
I blushed yet again and said, “That could be arranged.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – beard