So it’s been over a week since the crazy hotel guest I previously blogged about, came, stayed, and checked out. And I’ve been trying to figure out how to blog about her. Honestly, I don’t know if there’s a real way to do it. Was she just as crazy as her previous phone call indicated? You betcha. Maybe even more so. It’s hard to relate the story of her stay in any coherent fashion. That’s just how crazy this woman was. You can’t hold all the crazy stuff she said in your brain for very long because it made so little sense, and it just flies out of your mind as fast as it comes in. There’s just no way to process it. Did you know that if you let someone else slide your credit card through a machine, that the CIA can then change one or two of the numbers on your card through necromancy? I saw her talking to the license plate on a car. And she had trouble spending money that someone else had given her as change, because that person that gave her the change might wish her ill will. And it’s a bad omen that we have a statue of a seahorse in the same line of sight as the statue of a mermaid. All of this and much much more.
However, for the most part she was a very nice person. She did create a small scene in the spa and disrupt other guests. But in the grand scheme of things she’s just a very nice lady who’s subjective reality is just totally different from the one that the rest of us live in. I just had to feel bad for her in the end. She was a very sweet lady. A lot of her madness was centered around not bringing bad mojo down on herself or others. At the same time, it was tedious and tiring dealing with her, and I’m ultimately glad that she didn’t stay more than 24 hours on property. She will go down in my personal history as one of the craziest individuals I’ve ever had to deal with though. And those of us that worked with her will have several inside jokes to share for the rest of our time together.