Most interesting/odd/quirky/fun job a guest has?

[Morticia]

What interesting/odd/fun/quirky jobs have your guests had? Obviously the answers will also reveal what we each think is interesting, etc!
We've had a dr who specializes in head trauma in soldiers. She came right after hubs had his motorcycle accident and was asking us all kinds of questions. It was like having our own specialist in the house.

 

[Morticia]

We've also had a fair number of fruit growers from across the country.

 

[JBloggs]

• The NASA guest who designs lunar autonomous vehicles and thought he would like to be an innkeeper.
• We had guests who are in law enforcement this past weekend who said this was their first B&B stay and they spent most of the night discussing what would happen if we had unruly or bad guests. I told them we throw them to the floor and cuff 'em just like they would do. LOL
• The rocket scientist who said he was an astronomer, who was here for 4 breakfasts who never said "JB this breakfast is out of this world" I told him I was disappointed in that.
• The naturalist guest who had a famous orchard. He would get written permission to graft from famous historical figures trees and had an orchard full of them. He lived fully solar.
• Plenty of FBI/CIA here and high ranking officials from our nation's capitol.
• The Secretary of the Interior stayed with us. (Interesting because this position is in charge of 1 out of every 4 acres of land in these United States, every drop of water, every drop of oil and all energy - hydro coal oil and gas, Fish and Wildlife, Indian Affairs, Mining, Scientific research - geology and mapping. We expected guys wearing dark shades playing cards in the parlor the entire time.
  

My list could take up volumes, so I better stop there.

• Oh wait, there was an accountant....just kidding!! OBVIOUSLY!

 

[Morticia]

• The NASA guest who designs lunar autonomous vehicles and thought he would like to be an innkeeper.
• We had guests who are in law enforcement this past weekend who said this was their first B&B stay and they spent most of the night discussing what would happen if we had unruly or bad guests. I told them we throw them to the floor and cuff 'em just like they would do. LOL
• The rocket scientist who said he was an astronomer, who was here for 4 breakfasts who never said "JB this breakfast is out of this world" I told him I was disappointed in that.
• The naturalist guest who had a famous orchard. He would get written permission to graft from famous historical figures trees and had an orchard full of them. He lived fully solar.
• Plenty of FBI/CIA here and high ranking officials from our nation's capitol.
• The Secretary of the Interior stayed with us. (Interesting because this position is in charge of 1 out of every 4 acres of land in these United States, every drop of water, every drop of oil and all energy - hydro coal oil and gas, Fish and Wildlife, Indian Affairs, Mining, Scientific research - geology and mapping. We expected guys wearing dark shades playing cards in the parlor the entire time.
  

My list could take up volumes, so I better stop there.

• Oh wait, there was an accountant....just kidding!! OBVIOUSLY!

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That's a neat list. I like the orchardist and the famous fruit trees. I've told my nephews that there's a job out there for everyone.
We had the forensic scientist who wouldn't tell me a sure fire way to get blood stains out.

 

[bbinnsitters]

Woman who worked for the publishing company who puts out the "________ for Dummies" books. Guess what the next book they were working on? You guessed it: Running a B&B for Dummies! She told me she would send me a copy - I haven't gotten it yet tho!

 

[JBloggs]

A favorite guest occupation that comes with a story was the fighter pilot on leave from Afghanistan. He was here the night after renewing his wedding vows for their 10 year anniversary. He few in and went directly to the ceremony which was outdoors lakefront and all the family was there from out of town.
As she walked down the aisle - not having touched him for months and months, the little lad leading her down was their newly adopted son, whom he had not yet met in person (on email photos as he was away during the entire process).
She sent me Christmas lights to plug in all over the room and called when they left the reception and I plugged them in. She had asked for dozens of candles (can you imagine dozens of unattended candles in a 100+ year old building? NOPE).
Meanwhile, that morning we had a state visitor's center volunteers group here - I showed them this room and they asked why there were all those lights draped over the bed, etc? I told them the story and some of the old girls actually shed tears, it was very moving.
On that note - WE SALUTE YOU! All Veteran's - this is your week! I hope I am worthy of the freedom I enjoy today, right now, courtesy of you!
(Post Script - They left here to go to the Great Smoky Mountains for some R&R and left behind their digital camera with photos of their event. It was the only time I have gone straight to the UPS to overnight it to their next destination)

 

[Morticia]

Another one we've had is a private pilot. Now there's an interesting job!

 

[gillumhouse]

We had a guest who worked in the Squnk Works - for those who do not know it was a VERY prestigious group of innovators with probably top secret cleatances.
We had a guest who designed some valve for NASA that gave him the ability to in addition to retire comfortably, give his wife a Prosche Boxter for her birthday - but was also a VERY nice and interesting guest (he told us about the valve as a "nothing" in conversation).
Retired Army Band trombonist.
one of my favorites was the lady who determined how much she wanted something by this measurement - "How many toilets do I have to clean to do it/get it?" (She chose to come do my inn-to-inn trail pkg)
Professional motorcycle racer
Professiona; polo player

 

[sharpe]

Her Majesty's Ambassador to Kuwait said my breakfasts were the best of his trip.
Queen Victoria and her lady in waiting doing a publicity shoot.
A team of chefs preparing lunch for the Queen and Prince Phillip and 750 of their closest friends. They watched Gordon Ramsay's Hells Kitchen in the bar and got quite rowdy.
Mr. TeeVee from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

 

[Morticia]

Her Majesty's Ambassador to Kuwait said my breakfasts were the best of his trip.
Queen Victoria and her lady in waiting doing a publicity shoot.
A team of chefs preparing lunch for the Queen and Prince Phillip and 750 of their closest friends. They watched Gordon Ramsay's Hells Kitchen in the bar and got quite rowdy.
Mr. TeeVee from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory..

Queen Victoria and her lady in waiting doing a publicity shoot.

Wow. How long have you been open?

 

[sharpe]

Just six years but we've had two Queen Victorias in that time. They're a dime a dozen over here.

 

[The Farmers Daughter]

My most interesting guest was a Wiccan High Priestess. She told me about her conversation with one of our 'resident entities'.
Abigail in particular tends to sit in the front room and look out the window. She realises that she is dead, but likes it here and prefers to stay. Abigail told the priestess that she is so forgetful in her old age, that she keeps misplacing her knitting needles and that upsets her because they are her good ones with the silver tips.
Abigail also shared that she misses the yellow flowers and wishes we would plant more of them.
The real kicker was her comment that she can no longer see the beautiful gardens across the road. We didn't know what that meant because the 1940's built cape cod across the road, never had any gardens, just the normal landscaping.
Fast forward 3 years. I was waiting in line at the town hall and noticed on the wall an 1800's map of our village.
Across the road from where the Inn is was once the elaborately gated southern entrance to the town cemetary. It was about a 1/4 mile long drive with a small iron bridge over the creek. Now long gone.
Beautiful formal gardens graced both sides of the tall iron gate.
How creepy is that?

 

[Penelope]

My most interesting guest was a Wiccan High Priestess. She told me about her conversation with one of our 'resident entities'.
Abigail in particular tends to sit in the front room and look out the window. She realises that she is dead, but likes it here and prefers to stay. Abigail told the priestess that she is so forgetful in her old age, that she keeps misplacing her knitting needles and that upsets her because they are her good ones with the silver tips.
Abigail also shared that she misses the yellow flowers and wishes we would plant more of them.
The real kicker was her comment that she can no longer see the beautiful gardens across the road. We didn't know what that meant because the 1940's built cape cod across the road, never had any gardens, just the normal landscaping.
Fast forward 3 years. I was waiting in line at the town hall and noticed on the wall an 1800's map of our village.
Across the road from where the Inn is was once the elaborately gated southern entrance to the town cemetary. It was about a 1/4 mile long drive with a small iron bridge over the creek. Now long gone.
Beautiful formal gardens graced both sides of the tall iron gate.
How creepy is that?.

Oh my gosh. Things like that send chills up my spine.

 

[Don Draper]

My most interesting guest was a Wiccan High Priestess. She told me about her conversation with one of our 'resident entities'.
Abigail in particular tends to sit in the front room and look out the window. She realises that she is dead, but likes it here and prefers to stay. Abigail told the priestess that she is so forgetful in her old age, that she keeps misplacing her knitting needles and that upsets her because they are her good ones with the silver tips.
Abigail also shared that she misses the yellow flowers and wishes we would plant more of them.
The real kicker was her comment that she can no longer see the beautiful gardens across the road. We didn't know what that meant because the 1940's built cape cod across the road, never had any gardens, just the normal landscaping.
Fast forward 3 years. I was waiting in line at the town hall and noticed on the wall an 1800's map of our village.
Across the road from where the Inn is was once the elaborately gated southern entrance to the town cemetary. It was about a 1/4 mile long drive with a small iron bridge over the creek. Now long gone.
Beautiful formal gardens graced both sides of the tall iron gate.
How creepy is that?.

That is so neat! Our area draws many mediums, etc so we get lots of neat info like this too. Are you going to replant the yellow flowers for her?

 

[The Farmers Daughter]

My most interesting guest was a Wiccan High Priestess. She told me about her conversation with one of our 'resident entities'.
Abigail in particular tends to sit in the front room and look out the window. She realises that she is dead, but likes it here and prefers to stay. Abigail told the priestess that she is so forgetful in her old age, that she keeps misplacing her knitting needles and that upsets her because they are her good ones with the silver tips.
Abigail also shared that she misses the yellow flowers and wishes we would plant more of them.
The real kicker was her comment that she can no longer see the beautiful gardens across the road. We didn't know what that meant because the 1940's built cape cod across the road, never had any gardens, just the normal landscaping.
Fast forward 3 years. I was waiting in line at the town hall and noticed on the wall an 1800's map of our village.
Across the road from where the Inn is was once the elaborately gated southern entrance to the town cemetary. It was about a 1/4 mile long drive with a small iron bridge over the creek. Now long gone.
Beautiful formal gardens graced both sides of the tall iron gate.
How creepy is that?.

That is so neat! Our area draws many mediums, etc so we get lots of neat info like this too. Are you going to replant the yellow flowers for her?
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That is so neat! Our area draws many mediums, etc so we get lots of neat info like this too. Are you going to replant the yellow flowers for her?

You bet. Every year I plant yellow flowers.
I still wish I could get her to dust and vacuum...

 

[River Wren]

My most interesting guest was a Wiccan High Priestess. She told me about her conversation with one of our 'resident entities'.
Abigail in particular tends to sit in the front room and look out the window. She realises that she is dead, but likes it here and prefers to stay. Abigail told the priestess that she is so forgetful in her old age, that she keeps misplacing her knitting needles and that upsets her because they are her good ones with the silver tips.
Abigail also shared that she misses the yellow flowers and wishes we would plant more of them.
The real kicker was her comment that she can no longer see the beautiful gardens across the road. We didn't know what that meant because the 1940's built cape cod across the road, never had any gardens, just the normal landscaping.
Fast forward 3 years. I was waiting in line at the town hall and noticed on the wall an 1800's map of our village.
Across the road from where the Inn is was once the elaborately gated southern entrance to the town cemetary. It was about a 1/4 mile long drive with a small iron bridge over the creek. Now long gone.
Beautiful formal gardens graced both sides of the tall iron gate.
How creepy is that?.

My most interesting guest was a Wiccan High Priestess. She told me about her conversation with one of our 'resident entities'.
Abigail in particular tends to sit in the front room and look out the window. She realises that she is dead, but likes it here and prefers to stay. Abigail told the priestess that she is so forgetful in her old age, that she keeps misplacing her knitting needles and that upsets her because they are her good ones with the silver tips.
Abigail also shared that she misses the yellow flowers and wishes we would plant more of them.
The real kicker was her comment that she can no longer see the beautiful gardens across the road. We didn't know what that meant because the 1940's built cape cod across the road, never had any gardens, just the normal landscaping.
Fast forward 3 years. I was waiting in line at the town hall and noticed on the wall an 1800's map of our village.
Across the road from where the Inn is was once the elaborately gated southern entrance to the town cemetary. It was about a 1/4 mile long drive with a small iron bridge over the creek. Now long gone.
Beautiful formal gardens graced both sides of the tall iron gate.
How creepy is that?

Wow! That gave me goosebumps!