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GOING TO HELL!

If you've ever opened the drawer of a nightstand in a hotel, you probably have noticed that there is a bible in there. When we bought the inn 8 years ago, all the nightstands came complete with these bibles. I knew the previous owner was religious so I just assumed that she put them in there. Not wanting to go to hell, I left them there, of course. A couple of years later, a man entered the lobby explaining to me that he was the official "bible guy" in the area. He was here to check and replace worn out bibles that were in the room.

Ohhhh, ok, so that's how they got in there. Every few years this bible guy comes and checks their condition. Complete with hundreds of new bibles in the trunk of his car, he goes hotel to hotel. I can't imagine the person that actually turns this guy down. Having gone to Catholic school as a child, I could only imagine going straight to hell. 

Which brings me to this morning. A very friendly gentlemen walked into the lobby asking about our place. After about 5 minutes of conversation, he pulled out a pamphlet. Ohhhh, of course! This is why you are here. As he hands me the pamphlet, he says, "I'd like to invite you to our group, although I know that most people will never come." I felt a little sorry about that, and I didn't even know what it was yet. He thanks me for my time and bids me a good day. I glance down at the cover, "Would you like to wake up every morning with happy, positive thoughts?" Well, yes I would, thank you! Where do I sign up? Turning the pamphlet over, I see the words Jehovah's Witness. Ohhh. Ok. I'm not really interested, so I toss the paper into the garbage. 

Maybe I should have checked that this guy was gone. He walks back into the lobby half a minute later to say, "Can I have that pamphlet back for a moment, I'd like to write our number down on it." Note to self, make sure Jehovah's Witness guy is gone before tossing literature. The heat that came over my body as I was scrambling for excuses made my menapause hot flashes feel like I was skiing in the Alps eating a York Peppermint Patty. I awkwardly glanced over to the garbage where it sat on top, and as my mind searched for possible responses, I said quickly, "My son took it in the other room, can you just write the number on this paper?" pushing the garbage slowly out of sight with my foot.

Just when I thought I was covered - with the 12 bibles on my property.
Yes, I am going to hell!





"HELLO NEIGHBOR!"

So this year's "bad" guests have been few and far between. Seems besides that one crazy guy everyone has been really nice. Early this morning after George put out breakfast he poured himself some coffee and sat down. He saw a couple of our guests walking around the property. He hadn't recognized them, but figured I was the one that checked them in. It was a beautiful morning and he thought he would tell them about a great farm road right around the corner if they wanted to continue their walk. So leaving his first cup of coffee to cool, he jumped up and went outside to greet them.

"Good Morning guys. How are you this morning?"
"Great, good morning."
"If you are looking for a place to walk, one block up, there is a beautiful farm road."
"Oh, great, that sounds nice."

They didn't seem as interested in walking as they did in engaging in conversation.
"So how long have you had this place? It's beautiful."

George went on to talk to this couple for about 15 minutes. The usual stuff... how long have we been here, what have we done to the place, what months are we open, what do we do off season, etc. Nice people. They seemed to like it here very much. 

When they were finished with their conversation. George said, "See you later" and walked away. This couple promptly walked back across the street to the neighboring motel where they were staying. While George stood there with his mouth open. 

Still mouth wide open, he walked upstairs to tell me about his WTF moment. Lol! Thank God he hadn't asked them if they were coming in for breakfast, I think they might have taken him up on it.