Blood On My Hands
Working in hospitality, you never know who will be on the other end of the line. I’ve received all kinds of bizarre calls, but today’s caller takes the cake.
A pilot staying at the hotel was disturbed by a housekeeper today, despite the fact that he had a Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I apologized for the disturbance and told him that I’d let our Director of Housekeeping follow up with him (I can’t really scold Housekeeping; they’d think I was trying to act high and mighty). The pilot asked me what I was going to do about it, and I repeated that I’d let our Director of Housekeeping follow up with him.
He proceeded to tell me that he could call the FAA because he hadn’t rested properly, and that if ended up crashing a plane with 200 passengers, the blood would be on my hands. The news media would come up to me and ask why I let the situation go by so casually.
Usually I’d be plenty sore after a stupid comment like that, but this one cracks me up. I’d be pissed as well if housekeeping woke me up, but hey…it’s not kosher to say that I’m responsible for the possible death of lots of people (although the thought of having that kind of power without actually committing the deed is kind of neat).
Let’s hope for his sake I don’t end up in a car accident on the way home. Then you all can blame him for sending bad vibes that caused me to get hurt.