Elk City, Oklahoma
I walked out of my motel room and almost walked into a man dragging a vacuum cleaner behind him. We, both startled, apologized and went on our business. I to retrieve my cooler from the car and he apparently to retrieve something from my room. I yelled, “Hey” as he walked back out the room with a can of beer. He smiled and offered the can, “You want?” “No, thanks.”
It was momentarily unsettling, then I figured either someone had left a beer in the room refrigerator and he discovered it when cleaning or he had brought it and stashed it in the room nearest the cleaners storage room. Either way, I can’t fault someone wanting a beer after cleaning motel rooms.
He must have told someone about our encounter, and they ratted him out - about a half hour later the front desk called, “This is a courtesy call, is every thing okay?” I said sure, just fine. I’ve been on the road for almost two weeks and never have I been called by the front desk to make sure I’m cozy and comfortable.
I hope the guy doesn’t get sacked. Just so my motherly friends don’t worry, I’ll lock all locks tonight.
