While I was working the front desk today, a couple came in to look around the fitness area and ask some questions.
I could tell from the gentleman's accent that they were from Germany, and when they started talking, I answered their questions in German.
It took them at least thirty seconds to realize I was speaking German to them, and it was a lot of fun to see the shocked expression on their faces!
The only time I refrain from mentioning my knowledge of the language is when Swiss people come into the spa...their dialect is pretty much incomprehensible to me!
The folks today were from Bavaria...that's difficult enough for a Berliner to decipher!
The only problem I had is switching back and forth. The gentleman requested a tour of the men's spa, of course I can't go in there, so I paged the attendant.
When he didn't show within thirty seconds (I demand rapid response!), I turned to ask my co-worker D. where he was.
I said, "Wo ist R.?"...oops!
The Germans found it amusing, needless to say!
In other news, a lady flew in from Houston via Beverly Hills today, needing a gentle massage recommended by her plastic surgeon after her liposuction procedure.
You'd think she would know to go to a medical spa of some sort, not come to a hotel spa!
She left soiled bandages for us to dispose of, bled all over the place, caused us to have to call security and file an incident report, and made it necessary for housekeeping to sterilize everything she came in contact with.
Not to mention discarding her robe (which was new), and all the sheets and towels she used.
She was very nice, though, albeit hopped up on painkillers and alcohol, and tipped A. 10 bucks.
We really do get all sorts here. Well, it certainly keeps things interesting.