Nancy Young > writes:
> (laugh) I took my ex inlaws out to a fancy restaurant that had a
> smorgasbord (sp) every Friday night. Well, you never saw the waiters,
> but every time you went back up for more food, you'd come back to
> a clean, perfectly set table, with your linen napkin folded into
> some fancy shape. Finally my conservative mil pipes up, I think the
> waiter has a napkin fetish. I almost fell off my chair laughing.

I had a hotel experience like that once, in that the room service was
very fast, very good, and very opportunistic... you wouldn't see them,
and they wouldn't knock on your door, but if you stepped out for as
little as five minutes (literally, I went to go grab a newspaper over
in the lobby), you'd come back to a room with fresh linens, a clean
and dry bathroom, vacuumed carpet, etc. A perfectly clean room.
Indeed, the first time it happened, I thought I had come back to the
wrong room, but there was my stuff, exactly where I left it[1]. I'm
still not sure how they pulled that off. I was tempted one morning to
do a setup to watch them work, but had other obligations.

This was in a resort hotel in Jackson Hole, WY. They got a good tip.

[1] I also like room service staff that knows not to mess with my
stuff---if I leave everything spread around so they can't clean, then
that's my problem.

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Richard W Kaszeta

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