It was eight in the morning and the desk clerk and housekeeper were getting caught up on some work before people came in to book their rooms.

Carlos walks in and sniffs the air. He takes a step back as a strong odor hit him square in the face. He let out a deep breath of disgust. The smell about knocked him to the ground.

“Whoa, that smells worse than my snouzer and looks worse too,” He said as he looked the housekeeper up and down. His face scrunched in disgust. He then walked up to the front desk shaking his head. “I would like a room.”

“Here is your key, sir,” The front desk clerk gave him his key after he paid by credit card.

Wanda, a grandmother, walks in and Carlos is amazed by her beauty. He stops right in his track and looked her up and down.

“Hey there sweet Thang!” He winked at her as she passes him.

“Don’t talk to my grandma you stranger!” Sally, her granddaughter, sticks her tongue out at Carlos.

“You’ll be better when you’re older… If you look like your grandmother.” Carlos grinned and was pushed by Sally. He just winks and heads down a hallway. The housekeeper follows right behind him.

“Grandma, I have to pee,” Sally does the ‘gotta pee’ dance.

“You just went though, sweetie,”

“I have to go again.”

“Oh alright,” Wanda takes her to their room after she was handed the room key.

“Hello, my name is Vinnie and I have a reservation here.” A tall, dark and handsome man walks up to desk.

“Yes, here you are sir,” the desk clerk handed him his key.

“Thank you.”

“Vinnie, could you help me with this box?” the desk clerk asked before Vinnie started off.

“Yup,” The two of them picked up the box and took it into a room.

“Thanks again,” Vinnie walked out and wipes his hands on his pants.

That night at dinner everyone ordered their food.

“What can I get all you fine folk?” The server asked.

“I want: water, ketchup, pickles, carrots, lettuce, ice cubes, napkin, silverware… wait no ice.” Sally rambled off.

“What do you want all together?” The server sternly asked.

“Just that,” Sally smirked.

“What can I get the next person?” the server rolled her eyes.

“I want steak with mash potatoes and gravy and orange juice.” Vinnie spoke up as he was glancing at the menu.