Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Hometown Memories: Mr. Smith

So I mentioned in an earlier post that I was going to share a funny story from one of the best jobs I ever had in my youthful exuberance years. And here goes...

Not long after I started a job in a hotel as a reservations clerk at the ripe old age of 21, I received a call from a man who wanted to book a room. So I took him through the step by step process of making a reservation starting with asking him his name. Whether he wanted to book a single or double occupancy. What time he’d be arriving. And so on. Everything I’d been trained to ask.

No matter the question, he kept repeating that his name is Mr. Smith (no first name given), putting emphasis on the Smith, and that he was a regular. I asked how long he was staying and he chuckled “Just Wednesday”. Would he like to guarantee the room? “Yes, I will be there.” I’ll need a credit card to guarantee the room. “That’s okay. I’ll be there.” I’m sorry I can’t guarantee a room without a credit card. He chuckled again and said “You must be new there.” Yes. “Is your supervisor there?” Yes. “Put me on hold for a minute and go ask her about me.” Okay.

My supervisor laughed heartily when I told her about the phone call. It turns out that he certainly was a regular at the hotel. Every Wednesday evening, in fact. He’d book a room for a few hours, pick up his key at the front desk and head to his room with his mistress who was waiting in the car. Mr. Smith was a married man having an affair. And obviously, that wasn’t his real name (duh!). How naïve I was at that age!

Have you ever had to deal with a Mr. Smith at work? Or known one?

40 comments:

  1. Wednesday night must have been Mrs. Smith's bridge night. Hahaha!!!!!!

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    1. Poor Mrs. Smith. I hope she kicked his sorry ass to the curb eventually.

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  2. You want to talk about naive, at one point I worked at a hotel front desk, i got a phone call asking me if we had blue movies? I asked me to hold please, and asked my manager, do we have blue movies, and what are blue movies, he chuckled and said tell him we don't....one of my co-workers finally told me what they were, oh gosh....things you learn..

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    1. Hahaha! Yes, indeed. The things we learn. That is cool that you worked the front desk of a hotel. You truly know how 'interesting' some guests can be.

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  3. LOL! Oh, to be that young again, eh?

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    1. Indeed! My head wouldn't be loaded with so much information.

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  4. Lots of "Mr Smith's" out there, I bet!
    A good friend of mine had to deal with one, she did the right thing and threw the bum to the curb!

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    1. Believe me, Margie, if I could've, I would've done the same. But I was there to do my job; not pass judgment. He was a paying customer and we had to honour that. His personal life was not our business. Still. I couldn't stand him. I was so disgusted with his behaviour.

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  5. LOL; I was reading this and before I got to the "punch" of the story, I'm thinking "affair." Mr. Smith was a bit sleazy, but at least he showed up and did pay for his room :)

    I was going to say, no, I didn't know a Mr. Smith and then yep, I remember one from my youth. Friend of hubby's that he worked with. Was carrying on an affair and still married. Thankfully he came to his senses, just not sure what it cost to repair the marriage (they were still married years later, probably still to this day).

    betty

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    1. Yes, he certainly was a sleazy guy but I wasn't paid to be the morality police. I had to treat him like any other guest. Personally I couldn't stand him and what he was doing, but that's a story for another day.

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  6. Too funny, Martha! Thanks for brightening my morning with this story! Have a good one!

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    1. Those hotel years were quite interesting for a naïve young me! LOL

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  7. Hey that's not fair, there is also Mrs Smith out there...

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    1. There sure is, Richard. I was not a fan of Mr. Smith. Every time I got a call from him to book a room, I cringed.

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  8. Oh, that's a great story! I would've done the same thing as you....I was pretty naive at 21 too.

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    1. Being naïve at that age is not a bad thing. It certainly makes for great stories :)

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  9. My maiden name was Smith , no really it was ! I used to get the look every time someone asked my last name and had to prove it lol ! Now I know how my brother feels lol ! Great story , Thanks for sharing , Have a good day !

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    1. Oh, that is too funny! I can just imagine the looks you'd get. Well, this Mr. Smith certainly wasn't legit.

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  10. I would have done the same thing. :-)

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    1. I had no idea, Birdie! Live and learn. And tell funny stories because of it.

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  11. That's a very interesting story when it comes from a 21 year old. I'm sure many adults on the job would have been just as surprised as you were.

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    1. No doubt about that! I know a few people that would be candidates for that. It just happened upon me when I was very young.

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  12. Juicy story indeed Martha, I'm still that naive.

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    1. I would have been, too, if life experiences hadn't changed that.

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  13. Unfortunately I have know a few Mr. Smiths in my time. A dear friend's husband had an affair with his secretary and left his wife of over 20 years to marry this fresh, young thing that was half his age. And a respected doctor that I knew, left his wife of many years and 9 children, to marry his office assistant, again a women many years younger than he. I could go on and on as there were several others that I know about.
    One has to wonder why some men have a need to roam, while others remain faithful and caring. All I do know is that I'm forever grateful for my loving, faithful husband of 45 years of marriage. :)

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    1. I grew up in a home with two loving parents who were loyal, faithful, loving and committed to one another, so I really wasn't prepared for this. I assumed that people are like this everywhere. They aren't.

      45 years! That is beautiful. I wish you many more together.

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  14. You'd think he'd come up with a better name than that

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  15. Can't say I have, Martha.
    It sounds like your job was an interesting one alright!!

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  16. never had the pleasure of dealing with a Mr. Smith before either.

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  17. I once worked for a travel agency. Our owner told us this story...she sold two airline tickets to a man and his mistress. The WIFE called the agency and wanted to know what was her husband's returning flight number. The owner gave the wife a flight number which was one that was two hours later. The owner went to the airport and met the guy as he exited the plane with his mistress and warned him of the situation. You can bet she had his travel business for life!

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    1. Wow, what a story! That poor wife. I hope he got caught at some point...that creep.

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  18. Well that's kinda yucky and fairly shocking for you to have to learn at a young age. They could've schooled you on that; otherwise, how would you know not to ask the routine questions? Thank goodness I never had to deal with a Mr. Smith. I have no respect for them.

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    1. It was yucky and very shocking. I don't think it crossed their mind when I was in training or else they would have told me about that creep. I couldn't stand dealing with him but I had to do my job. And you have no idea how much pleasure it gave me to tell him there was no room when the hotel was fully booked!

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  19. Oh my! That's terrible. What a jerk.

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  20. I haven't no, and don't know of any but that is funny story.

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    1. The story is funny. Mr. Smith? Not so much. The ass... :)

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