Is it just me, or does everyone else think the Westin housekeeping staff should be picking up empty glasses rather than just leave them sitting in the hallway for a couple of days?
When checking in at 11:00 p.m. Saturday—the day before yesterday—I stopped by the bar and picked up a scotch on the way to the room (Macallan 12, for those of you who care). Brought it upstairs to sip on while unpacking. Left it on the desk the following morning for housekeeping to pick up.
Which they did, right before they simply parked it in the hallway, just outside my door.
Can’t help but wonder why it’s still here on Monday.
Huh.
by Cinda Baxter on May 19, 2008
in New York
Dear Lord,
I know I’ve been remiss in keeping in touch lately—well, other than to ask you to let up on the jet lag—but I need a favor. Big one. Tonight, I talked Edie into running down to Chinatown with me so we could get some real, honest to goodness dim sum. She did, bless her heart, and the restaurant had it.
This was different than the dim sum in Hong Kong, though. Had liquid in it. As in squirts like a fire hose when you bite into it liquid that shot all over that gorgeous Tiffany-blue silk blouse Sunny made for me in Beijing.
Edie was really great about staying cool. Of course, I stopped breathing. I love this blouse, Lord—you know that better than anyone (thanks again, by the way, big time).
Any chance you can bless the dry cleaner for me in about five days when I stop by with the blouse in hand? Something tells me he’s gonna need it.
Thanks again for everything—and I do mean everything—you’ve done for me, Lord. You rock.
Amen.
…be sure there’s a way everyone can spot each other.
The RetailSpeaks cocktail hour was tonight, in the eighth floor bar at the Marriott Marquis on Times Square. For some bizarre reason, the front bar was closed, but a few of us grabbed drinks from the back bar then snagged a table up front, just to be sure the rest of the group would see us (or we’d see them).
What’s that saying about the best laid plans…?
Bottom line: There were several micro-groups scattered about, no one spotting the others. My bad. Next time, gotta find a balloon or something to mark the right table. Drats.
Ah…now I know why total strangers were calling me by name in the aisles today….
Have to admit, this feels good.
Is it just me, or does everyone else think the Westin housekeeping staff should be picking up empty glasses rather than just leave them sitting in the hallway for a couple of days?
