One light morning with only two rooms occupied, I got the lovely breakfast ready. Then both rooms checked out ... 'No time for breakfast, got to be on the road'. Zoomed out the door.
wow. Okay. I stripped their beds, pulled their linens and towels and trash out of the rooms to take downstairs, scrubbed toilets, tubs and sinks, brought in clean linens and towels, decided
I would have breakfast ... and remembered to lock their doors ...
thank goodness.
Now almost actual checkout time ...
I plated up a breakfast for myself, cranked up the jazz, all set to eat and the doorbell rang. Couples at the door - 'we don't have to be at such and such for another two hours, so we'll have our breakfast. After all, we paid for it.' And in they rushed.
I gave up what I was going to eat, plated the rest for them (well, I kept a little bacon for me - I'm not a saint) and they sat down to eat. One of the guys left the table and headed up the stairs, I knew exactly where he was going. He came back down a bit miffed that 'all the rooms' were locked and they had to use my personal bathroom which was off the kitchen. So glad I remembered to lock all the doors.
I toasted a bagel, sat down at a table by the window, read my paper, drank my coffee, ate my bacon and bagel while they laughed and ate and drank coffee and asked me questions ... then again they
sprinted out the door. Not my usual routine but I wondered afterwards if they thought I usually sat down to breakfast with the guests
.