Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Friday, February 10
Bought flowers for The Wife today…Her son Sir Allan flew out today and she was feeling mighty down…I could tell, so after work I bought her some flowers…As it was, she had today off and she was heading into town to meet with a lady she does some volunteer work with, so I went to the place she was meeting at and with the perfect timing that sometimes attends inspired plans, she was just getting out of the car!!!…I am not making that up!!!…Fate, as she sometimes does, was looking out for me better than I ever could because I could not have scripted this better myself…I parked across the street and was able to sneak the flowers behind my back without her seeing them…I managed to avoid getting hit or falling while crossing the street, too, never a given.
She was very pleased, of course, and they made her feel better, which was good because I didn’t want to have her wait until she got home to feel better.
Spent some quality time with a vet named Shaw today…He, his wife, a buddy and his wife were staying in Building 2 and extended their stay to a unit in Building 6…They had some time to kill before this unit was ready and he spent some time in the lobby…I went over to say hi and we talked for about a half-hour…He was in the Army, where he spent most of his time getting blown up…He needed a cane, had a deep, gravelly voice that wasn’t the one Providence had issued him at birth and he required the company of a service dog…I told him I was on an old diesel submarine years ago and commanded the local Legion post and district and he commanded a Purple Heart group in his home state, an award both he and his wife are entitled to wear…We both come families of veterans and all in all it was a very nice conversation.
This really happened: a guest called asking if they could check out early!!!…I am not making that up, either…I was at the desk in the office and the phone rang…A guest in Building 2 reconfirmed their checkout time of 12N and asked if they could check out any earlier.
You want to know if you can leave before noon???
Uh, sure I told her…You can check out anytime you desire before the specified checkout time…You have a vacation here, not a sentence…I didn’t tell her this, but I suspect this the practice at hotels pretty much worldwide, too.
I’ll tell you this, tho, after regularly telling guests no, I’m sorry, I’m unable to offer a late checkout today, it was a pleasure to grant a request for an early checkout…That’s why my middle name is Guest Service.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.