On a frigid December night, my brother and I are waiting for our flight.
We are on our way from Philadelphia to the Nashville Convention Center.
We need to get to the hotel before the convention ends.
Our trip is scheduled for the next day, and I’m tired.
The last thing I need is to wait around while the rest of the world waits for us.
So, when my brother’s plane lands, I grab a seat on the plane, my feet are aching and I’ve lost about 15 pounds.
We walk to the terminal, and a man greets us.
He introduces himself as the hotel’s owner and the head of operations.
I smile at him.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
We’re both nervous.
This is a new hotel in the suburbs, and it is the first hotel we’ve booked at this hotel, I’m sure of it.
I explain the situation.
The owner has no idea what is going on, so we walk on.
He tells us he’s not here to do business, but he’s here to work.
He says there are some very special guests that will be here on Friday.
I want to make sure I get in line for them.
My brother and his wife are from Germany, but they are from Philadelphia.
The man tells us they are in the hotel lobby and waiting to meet us.
I tell him I need to go in the lobby.
He doesn’t know that.
We wait for the elevator.
I feel my heart sink.
I’m not sure how to handle this.
I say to myself, Why am I sitting in a hotel lobby?
I’m only 21 years old.
It’s not a bad place to be, so why should I worry?
The man says we’ll meet in the elevator in about 10 minutes, but I don-t know what time it is.
I start to feel panic.
I go to the bathroom, and after a short time, I find myself in a bathtub.
I call my brother.
He’s gone to the airport.
We go to our rooms.
I shower, and my brother tells me that he’s in a rush.
He goes back to the lobby and I go into my room.
The only thing that I can think of is that we’re going to have to find someone who knows how to take a shower.
So I call a friend of mine who is a hotel maintenance person.
He is very friendly and apologetic.
But he can’t help me.
I have to come up with something.
So we meet in my room, and we decide that we should do this.
We’ll have to use the bathroom before they arrive.
We get to work the next morning.
I am still anxious.
It is December.
I know what to do.
We call a local news station.
It says the man who has been with us for six months, is now on a plane.
The news article mentions that he has never been in a foreign country before, but we know that there are very few Americans who have had this experience.
So that’s where the panic begins.
When we get on the flight, we tell everyone we are from the hotel and we don’t want to go anywhere.
It will be a short flight, and the hotel will pay for the cost of the hotel room.
So the hotel doesn’t care if we stay in the motel for two days.
So everyone on the trip, including the hotel manager, is there to make arrangements.
It seems a bit unfair to ask for the hotel to pay for a flight, but the hotel is a business, so they are probably fine with that.
But, our hotel manager asks if we would like to use our room.
We say sure, because we don-re from a small hotel and it would be expensive.
So he agrees.
When the plane lands in Philadelphia, the flight is delayed until the next business day.
We check into our hotel.
I get ready to pack my suitcase and take the elevator to my room when the elevator starts and my husband and I start screaming.
The elevator door opens, and another man comes on.
I run to the elevator, but this time I don.t recognize him.
We shout to him, “He’s coming!”
He stops the elevator and looks at us, and he asks, “What are you?”
I answer, “A hotel employee.”
He says, “Do you know that?”
We were expecting him to say that, but instead, he says, I know that you’re a guest of the company.
So now I am a guest, too, because you have been a guest.
The next day we are invited to dinner at the restaurant we are staying at.
I didn’t think I would have a problem.
We ordered the usual entrees, such as a steak and potatoes. We order a