They didn’t care if they were late for their shifts - they earned more in my room in one night than in a whole week delivering food, changing sheets or checking in guests…
“Hmmm. I’m sorry sir, but I don’t believe I can service that type of request by myself.”
“Perhaps if I asked my colleague to assist me, we could give you what you need?”
Well for the next hour they most certainly did - and it was worth every dollar of the room rate tip I handed them each in cash as they left.
But while her colleague skipped off happily, the first maid lingered, looking embarrassed. So I reached for my wallet and, with a smile, asked how much extra she wanted.
“Oh no, Sir. That’s not necessary! I was just wondering if could come again?”
So I said they both could, after their shift ended.
“No Sir. I mean…can I please “come” again, once more, right now?”
