"Sometimes they come an' don't say anything. Maybe they don't want
anyone to know what they're comin' for, maybe they just don't realize
they'd get the cabin cheaper if I knew. I'd like to know so I can give
'em the reduced rate so they'll come back, but I don't dare give 'em
the reduced rate if I'm not sure they'll leave, 'cause that might tie
up a cabin all night for half price. Like one young fella last night,
came in about ten, they sat out in the car for a few minutes before he
came into the office, and when he came in he was all smeared with
lipstick. Been drinkin' a little, too. Well, I figured sure that was a
quickie, so I let 'em have the cabin cheap. Next morning they were
still there, pulled out about noon, and I found out they were married
and had a couple of kids with 'em. The kids had slept on the floor all
night."
Mr. Buxley put his glasses back on. "I've got a new system I'm going to
try, starting tonight," he said. "If I'm not sure if they want to stay
all night or not, I'll just tell 'em I have two cabins left, but one's
reserved for some people coming in at three a.m. An' I'll tell 'em they
can have the cabin half price if they can manage to pull out that
early. Otherwise they can have the other one, full price. That'll save
their face in case they're only goin' to be there a little while and
would like to do it cheap."
The office bell rang, and I left the men talking and went to answer it.
A grey-colored, fat-cheeked man--a complete stranger to me--came
breezing into the office.
"Hello, hello!" he cried. "Well, here I am back again! You didn't
expect to see me again so soon, I'll bet!"
I forced a cordial smile. "No, I certainly didn't," I exclaimed,
matching his tone.
This was an old, old refrain to me. The routine was so familiar to me I
went into it automatically, straining my ears to catch any stray spicy
bit from the living room. When the man asked if I could give him the
same cabin again for that night, I said, "No, I'm sorry, but number 7
is already taken for tonight."
"Seven!" he exclaimed. "I had ten last time."
"You did? Well! I could have sworn we put you in 7. When you first came
in I thought, 'Oh, oh, he's going to be disappointed that I can't give
him 7 again!' We have so many people coming and going all the time, you
know, I get mixed up sometimes about who has which cabin." And so on,
ad nauseam, ad extreme boredom.
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