What Was That?
Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 4:50 pm
It was a quiet afternoon in the hotel lobby, and those of us at the desk were indulging in a bit of people watching while I thought up new trivial questions.
Then, in the front door, across the lobby, and up the escalators walks a woman holding a small flag. Actually, six women holding small flags. Accoumpanied by about 200 teenage girls, few with as much clothing as their mothers might approve of. Unlike the usual Brazilian hordes, they were quiet, and headed upstairs without commotion.
"What was that?" asked a male (and presumably straight) fellow cast member.
"That, my good man, was part of our fringe benefits," I replied.
Took a good ten minutes for the desk staff to stop giggling.
Then, in the front door, across the lobby, and up the escalators walks a woman holding a small flag. Actually, six women holding small flags. Accoumpanied by about 200 teenage girls, few with as much clothing as their mothers might approve of. Unlike the usual Brazilian hordes, they were quiet, and headed upstairs without commotion.
"What was that?" asked a male (and presumably straight) fellow cast member.
"That, my good man, was part of our fringe benefits," I replied.
Took a good ten minutes for the desk staff to stop giggling.