First ever – My Spot of Shame
Today I had such an awful icky experience that I decided to start a new section called “My Spot of Shame” Please consider it a homage to the gross icky come-on’s that make me want to slink under the primordial slime that the man making them leaves in their wake.
Anyway, I digress, this week shout out goes to the room service waiter named Julio.
To give you the full explanation of his yuckiness… I have traveled to Las Vegas for the annual mental mind F*&% that is otherwise known as CES. I know, I know extremely vivid description, but how else can you explain 150,000 thousand people (whose ratio is like 50:1 men to women all converging on this place at once, mix in loud tradeshow floors, loud casinos, lots of smoke and traffic which means it takes you an hour to travel ½ a mile in a car and you start to get just a small idea of how much your mind starts to shut down. Funny enough, I actually love the technology that gets shown off and really love my clients so it is easy to want to risk the congestion to come.
So I came in last night and because of my illness even that short 1 ½ trip kicked my butt. I didn’t get to bed until almost 1am and by then I was feeling pretty bad. When I woke up this morning, it became clear that if I was going to survive the week, I was going to need to loiter in my room most of the day. So around 10, I order room service for breakfast.
When the knock comes, I open the door to the waiter Julio (so sayeth his name tag)
The following is the dialogue that followed:
Julio: What’s your name?
Me: Jennifer
Julio: What a beautiful name for a beautiful women…
Me: Umm thanks
Julio: I’m sorry to disturb you, Jennifer, the beautiful girl, I need you to sign this receipt Jennifer.
Me: Ummm ok
Julio: So Jennifer are you in Vegas for Pleasure?
Me: No for business (as I start trying to usher him out the door)
Julio: No that’s no good, you must allow me to show you the pleasure (yes he said – THE pleasure)
Me: Ha Ha (uncomfortable half laugh), no thanks
Julio: Well then Jennifer, I know I look forward to lots more deliveries to your door
Me: Shuts the door in his face
Okay… most of my girlfriends will instinctively agree –ewwwwww. For any male readers or for those who simply don’t get it. Let me enlighten you as to why this guy now has a spot.
1. He used my name like 800 times (ok I know exaggeration, but in a single statement, you do not need to keep repeating the name of the person you are speaking to) when you do, it comes out like you are trying to memorize their details or something.
2. He entered my room with a compliment and a come-on
3. Women already feel vulnerable in a hotel room, without thinking the staff is full of sleazy gross guys just waiting to gain access into your room…. I mean why can’t they just wait til you leave the room like normal hotels?
End Result: No more room service for me, the rest of this trip. Even if I have to drag my starving carcass to the casino floor to find a sammich…I am not calling that number again.
Julio, you just got the honor of being awarded my first ever Spot of Shame…
Congratulations.
Anyway, I digress, this week shout out goes to the room service waiter named Julio.
To give you the full explanation of his yuckiness… I have traveled to Las Vegas for the annual mental mind F*&% that is otherwise known as CES. I know, I know extremely vivid description, but how else can you explain 150,000 thousand people (whose ratio is like 50:1 men to women all converging on this place at once, mix in loud tradeshow floors, loud casinos, lots of smoke and traffic which means it takes you an hour to travel ½ a mile in a car and you start to get just a small idea of how much your mind starts to shut down. Funny enough, I actually love the technology that gets shown off and really love my clients so it is easy to want to risk the congestion to come.
So I came in last night and because of my illness even that short 1 ½ trip kicked my butt. I didn’t get to bed until almost 1am and by then I was feeling pretty bad. When I woke up this morning, it became clear that if I was going to survive the week, I was going to need to loiter in my room most of the day. So around 10, I order room service for breakfast.
When the knock comes, I open the door to the waiter Julio (so sayeth his name tag)
The following is the dialogue that followed:
Julio: What’s your name?
Me: Jennifer
Julio: What a beautiful name for a beautiful women…
Me: Umm thanks
Julio: I’m sorry to disturb you, Jennifer, the beautiful girl, I need you to sign this receipt Jennifer.
Me: Ummm ok
Julio: So Jennifer are you in Vegas for Pleasure?
Me: No for business (as I start trying to usher him out the door)
Julio: No that’s no good, you must allow me to show you the pleasure (yes he said – THE pleasure)
Me: Ha Ha (uncomfortable half laugh), no thanks
Julio: Well then Jennifer, I know I look forward to lots more deliveries to your door
Me: Shuts the door in his face
Okay… most of my girlfriends will instinctively agree –ewwwwww. For any male readers or for those who simply don’t get it. Let me enlighten you as to why this guy now has a spot.
1. He used my name like 800 times (ok I know exaggeration, but in a single statement, you do not need to keep repeating the name of the person you are speaking to) when you do, it comes out like you are trying to memorize their details or something.
2. He entered my room with a compliment and a come-on
3. Women already feel vulnerable in a hotel room, without thinking the staff is full of sleazy gross guys just waiting to gain access into your room…. I mean why can’t they just wait til you leave the room like normal hotels?
End Result: No more room service for me, the rest of this trip. Even if I have to drag my starving carcass to the casino floor to find a sammich…I am not calling that number again.
Julio, you just got the honor of being awarded my first ever Spot of Shame…
Congratulations.
posted by Jennifer at 5:26 PM
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