This week's subject: Clear heels in the lobby and other professional wardrobe blunders.
At some point in time, I see basically every single guest I check-in walk past the desk. For some, I will see three different outfits. For others, I will only see them in their swim trunks (or God forbid a Speedo) with a towel wrapped around them, hopelessly searching for the pool that's in the middle of fucking everything.
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| Pretty much the story of every single shift. |
