It's Friday, let's have some fun.
On a recent Irish holiday, I stayed at a quaint, old hotel. Place was awesome, the staff and food were great, but over the last 150 years the hotel naturally expanded. Ok, no worries.
However, getting out of the (only) elevator, and already confused that I needed the third floor -- when my room was #513 -- I literally stood in front of this sign for about two minutes. Then I noticed little three-step stairwells dotted all around.
The hotel had obviously expanded to the sides and back, rather than up, but I wondered if I'd stepped into the Twilight Zone?
Or better yet, an Irish Fawlty Towers?
A few days into our five-day stay, there was a problem with the elevator. Just wasn't working. No problem, we only had the three floors to get to room #513.
Then, I noticed a harried tour guide with his trusty clipboard. He was doing everything humanly possible to get a busload of Irish (able, and not-so-ably bodied) seniors to their rooms. But, with signs like this, many of the new guests got a little lost as they travelled up and down the many mini-stairs.
(There were nooks and crannies, and most were filled with grannies. It was truly hilarious :)
Having navigated -- and by now mastered the numerous halls and corridors -- my eight-year-old son and I spent the next while lending a hand (and elbow) as we steered people in the general direction of their rooms.
About an hour later, I saw the same tour guide, sans clipboard and asked if everyone found their rooms?
He nodded, and the look of relief was evident on his face. I laughed when I saw he was headed toward the hotel bar.
"Off for a pint?"
"Oh, you better believe it."
Perhaps the best thing was how everyone handled the unusual situation: With humor and grace. People met each other as they rounded corners with a smile and a question.
"Found yours yet?"
...and off they'd go again with a wave and a "good luck to you."
The whole event was a highlight for us, and yes, I'm easily amused. (Back home, I asked my son what was his favorite part of the trip?
"Helping at the hotel with the 'lost' people."
PS: I'm sure Manuel would have been harried, Sybil would have disapproved, but I know Basil would have been proud of me -- so long as I didn't mention the war :)
And hey, am I the only one who always thinks "pitch" is the next word after "elevator"?