A Peruvain Man? Nope. Not from Peru.

Do you all remember the lovely (well, perhaps not so lovely) Peruvian man from so long ago? Well, he has a brother... a Caucasian brother. "What's this?!" you say. Let me tell you.

It was a dark, dark night. The ominous sky foreboding and tumultuous. Lightning and thunder cracked the sky with utter vibrancy and shook the ground with great quakenings. A lone receptionist worked at the quaint hotel in Fargo. It was late.

She had done her duty in getting the vast majority of the disgusting linen from the previous occupants' stay washed, dried, and folded ever so neatly. She had filed all the needed reports, kept the place in good array, and was about to start the final preparations before the inevitable changing of the guard, er guest service agent.

Alas, it was not to be. She was doomed to fail in getting all in accordance before that fatal...changing... hour. A guest, more specifically, a male guest stopped at the front desk. Now, don't be mistaken, this was no ordinary inquisitory guest wanting to know where to find the most authentic North Dakotan cuisine in town. Oh no.

This sort of thing has happened before... but, this time it would prove more than just idle talk....(duhn, duhn, duhn!)

Seconds, minutes, hours, days (actually no day passed in it's entirety) passed by.
[if you would really like to be fairly precise in the measurement of time: 8,820 seconds ticked by, 147 minutes tocked along, 2.45 hours clanged on the clock, and .10208 days idled past.]

This guest kept me tied to the front desk, unable to finish the work assigned, or escape from his oddly questioning remarks. "How old is he?" he asked me frankly.

"How old is who?" I asked rather confused.
"Your boyfriend."
"My boyfriend?"
"The ring on your finger."
"Oh... that is from a friend. Not a boyfriend."
"So you don't have a boyfriend?"
"Uh, no."
"Dating anyone?"
"Not really."
"Really?" he said with a smirk.

A little later on...

"I am thinking about moving here."
"Really."
"You could fire your night auditor (who at that time was 30 minutes late), and hire me. I used to work at a hotel before I went over to Iraq."
"That is an idea."

A couple of Days later...

I am working on the housekeeping report in the manager's office, while at the same time a housekeeper was checking out a key, the same man handed something to the housekeeper, and said, "Give this to Maria."

I jumped up to figure out what was going on. I was handed a white teddy bear wearing a red paisley bandanna, a jean cut off t-shirt declaring, " Love to Ride Motor Cycles", black spandex pants, and black leather boots. I glanced up to see the man escaping from the hotel He glanced up, giving me a mischievous smile.

Two days after that, he turned in an application for the Night Audit position.

All hope of his idea of moving was thrown to the wind.


To top this off, my manager thinks this situation is utterly funny. And he is really thinking about hiring him.