Can you believe it, Monday again. I wake up on Monday and go to bed on Sunday. At least that's how quickly the days seem to pass. But it is March the 1st. today I am hoping for sunshine. We come closer as each day passes to Spring I hear it in the wind. Mother West Wind and her Merry little breezes making their way And soon the earth and trees will wake again. I am anxious.
I wrote the other day about Mr. Ed and the Capri. There was many funny things happen over the time we were there. The whole west side of the Motel we rented in weeklies. You just never knew when the front doors opened, who might be coming in. We truly saw it all.
I received a call one Monday morning while I was on the desk. A man calling about the room. He was soft spoken, made sense. He said he was a minster and looking for a room for a week. As we had a few unsavory people living there I figured it wouldn't hurt to have someone from the other team around awhile. He arrived in a cab, very short, a grey suit, tennis shoes. They say you can tell a man by his shoes. I was just a little nervous when I saw he had a suit and white tennis shoes. But truly I gave him the benefit of the doubt. The odd look in his eyes and the muttering he was doing about being out on God's business might have thrown me a little but I rented him a room.
The first two days went half way decent. Although right from the start people started complaining about his talking to himself and God as he roamed around the place. We had trees in the back so a squirrel once in awhile I told myself was okay. By the third day he become belligerent. I called him to come down to the front office. I asked him please to refrain from hollering at people. He looked at me very strangely and asked if I was wanting to bring God's wrath down on this motel? "No sir," I replied but he still was going to have to quiet down some.
The next morning he came by the desk. All decked out in the grey suit and the tennis shoes. Same shirt, same tie. He stood at the counter eyeing the chips, candy and juices we had in a case. "Do you know what God told me," he asked? I looked up from my ledger. "No what did he say.? He gestured towards all the treats. "God told me to take a walk and while I am gone you are suppose to hide candy, cookies and juice all around my room." I looked up at him. I waited a minute and said, "I don't believe he has said anything like that to me." He smiled, well I am just telling you what God said." He walked out the door, I went back to my work"
A couple of hours later he steamed into the lobby screaming. "You are evil," "Excuse me," I said. Getting just a little tired of the craziness. His hand hit the front desk. "You disobeyed God. God will strike you down." I tried to stay calm. "I told you God said nothing to me about spotting food all over your room. Its just not going to happen."
He glared at me, his eyes bulging. "I am leaving this motel. I felt bad for all you sinners but now I am leaving and with me goes God. Ruin will fall on all of you and you," He stopped and pointed a finger straight at me, "Have caused it." He stormed out. One of the housekeepers had come up to the desk to turn her work list in. "Do you think God will really be after all of us here and his wrath will come down." I smiled , "No more than usual," I said."We're already in hell, we're at the Capri.
The little man left in a cab. People talked about him for a few days, then someone else stranger came along. Or somebody jumped off the balcony, always something and the little man was forgotten. I hope I didn't make a mistake and God had wanted me to give him all those goodies. Maybe next time God could just come straight out and tell it to me. It would make things much more simpler.
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