Here I am...another Friday night in Stepford.
The guests roll in with their usual grimace and furrowed brow, with their aches and pains, raw nerves, dehydration, frustration, hunger pangs and GPS overload and I am here to greet them with a smile and a firm handshake. As I open the door, I welcome them to the inn.
To the disbelief of the aspirings of late, I actually have not had my feet up all day sucking down bon bons or lemonade on the porch. I was up at 6am for a 7am breakfast today. The inn is check-in ready...the flowers are in the rooms, the ice is in the bucket, the sodas are chilled, the brownies plated...Welcome, come on Inn! I say as I hold the door for them.
Is it really THAT hard to say "Thank you" to utter a small word of "This is nice, thank you" Is it impossible to upturn even a partial corner of your mouth? Not a smile, even a wee smirk would be accepted.
Well they are all in, what will I find tomorrow when I bring the coffee out? Will they have been replaced with happy-go-lucky-guests? Will I recognize who went with who and which room is which?
The lesson from Stepford for me is, maybe we should stop along the way, stretch our legs, take a breather, so when we arrive we are not so mean. I am always thankful for the metamorphoses that takes place in our guests, I just wish it could happen in the car on the way here (instead of at THE PLAZA, ie my inn)... ugh
Why do we feel it is okay to be grouchy and ugly to other people, people we do not know, people who are NICE TO US! People who offer us homemade desserts and cold refreshing drinks? WHY?!
The guests roll in with their usual grimace and furrowed brow, with their aches and pains, raw nerves, dehydration, frustration, hunger pangs and GPS overload and I am here to greet them with a smile and a firm handshake. As I open the door, I welcome them to the inn.
To the disbelief of the aspirings of late, I actually have not had my feet up all day sucking down bon bons or lemonade on the porch. I was up at 6am for a 7am breakfast today. The inn is check-in ready...the flowers are in the rooms, the ice is in the bucket, the sodas are chilled, the brownies plated...Welcome, come on Inn! I say as I hold the door for them.
Is it really THAT hard to say "Thank you" to utter a small word of "This is nice, thank you" Is it impossible to upturn even a partial corner of your mouth? Not a smile, even a wee smirk would be accepted.
Well they are all in, what will I find tomorrow when I bring the coffee out? Will they have been replaced with happy-go-lucky-guests? Will I recognize who went with who and which room is which?
The lesson from Stepford for me is, maybe we should stop along the way, stretch our legs, take a breather, so when we arrive we are not so mean. I am always thankful for the metamorphoses that takes place in our guests, I just wish it could happen in the car on the way here (instead of at THE PLAZA, ie my inn)... ugh
Why do we feel it is okay to be grouchy and ugly to other people, people we do not know, people who are NICE TO US! People who offer us homemade desserts and cold refreshing drinks? WHY?!