I'll leave the rest to your imagination
I meet a lot of people most of whom I
never know anything about, most of whom I will never see again. And
the reality is that I don't want to know. They leave me with pieces
of their stories and their lives and leave with “and I'll
leave the rest to your imagination”
Honeymoon couple
Once upon a time there was a honeymoon
couple staying at the hotel. She was in her 20s he was in his 30s or
more. Checking in she had her eyes glued to her cell phone the only
thing she asked while speaking staring at the screen was the WiFi
password. She never looked at him, or touched him. When they entered
the room he complained because it had two beds, a queen and a single
and they had asked for a room with one bed because they were on their
honeymoon. Personally I enjoyed messing up two beds on my honeymoon
but we moved them. They spent their days outside in the hammock
chairs while he read a book and she stared at her phone. I never
heard them speak to each other, never kissed, never touched. Three
days later he came and said they needed to change rooms to a room
with better Wifi, if they could please have that room with two beds.
That was all I knew but I think we can leave the rest to your
imagination.
A week ago there was a French man in a
room upstairs. We get a lot of French tourists now the thing about
the French is that they don't speak English, or Spanish. Most
European countries speak at least English in addition to their
language, the Germans as a rule speak to me in equally excellent
English or Spanish. The Italians don't speak Spanish but think that
yelling loudly in Italian is just the same as Spanish and understand
enough Spanish to get by. But the French they really don't
understand or speak any language outside their own. This makes
communication difficult. Quite difficult. Conversations with French
tourists are usually carried out in a mixture of Franish with a
little Franglish , I know about 20 words in French including hotel,
restaurant, room, bed, air conditioning, dinner, lunch, breakfast,
price, tax, please, thank you, with these I understand most of that
they are saying and can more or less respond. Now the week before I
left the hotel was full of workmen working on our new water treatment
plant, one of them came to me and said “The french guy wants you to
call the police.”
I walked up to his room wondering what it was he really wanted or what had happened. I knocked on his door and the French guy peaked out the window at me. He was an attractive guy, about 30. He'd originally booked for two nights but had extended his stay for an extra week. I was really hoping he hadn't been robbed. After he saw me he opened the door a crack. “They are going to kill me. Kill me. Call police. Kill me. Say going to kill me.”
I called the police and he hid in the room.
When the police came I took them up to
his room and I caught only parts of the story. There was a girl, at
the bar, and well he thought she was a good girl. But she wasn't a
good girl. Not a good girl. And now they told him they would kill
him. Leaving the rest to my imagination apparently he'd picked up a
prostitute and in his arrogance and attractiveness he hadn't thought
he needed to pay. So her brothers had threatened to kill him. Which
he believed. Like I said when you don't speak English or Spanish
things can get a little complicated.
