I loved hotel management. It was my life, my passion, and oh, was it ever funny sometimes. The year was 1997, and I accepted a management job at a small, but very nice property in Seattle, I was jacked because it was a perfect situation for me. I would be doubling my income, and would have total control of the property, something most owners are not willing to do. Yes, it was a perfect job, except for one thing. This property was located at one of the most notorious intersections in Seattle
It was here that I had some of the funniest things happen in my entire hotel career, and believe you me, I thought I had seen it all in 25 plus years. Not! Aurora Avenue educated me like no other place since The Bronx. Where to begin? So many stories, so many characters, so --well, here we go.
My first guest that I will introduce to you was the "Leprechaun”. So, you say you don't believe in Leprechauns, well you will when I get through. He appeared to be normal, normal being a relative term on Aurora Avenue. I checked him, and found out he was a construction worker from Chicago looking for work in Seattle, This was very normal for the time because Seattle was booming. I assigned a nice room to him, and basically forgot about him for the time being. He was going to stay for a week, and I didn't' see him again for several days.
One night he stopped by the desk when I was working, settled in a chair in the lobby, and began talking. I really enjoyed talking to my guests; it was the best part of the job. I had met thousands of interesting people in my career like Ray Charles, Ricky Nelson,
Everything was going fine, and I volunteered that I had read a fascinating book about how the banks, governments, and politicians were all controlled worldwide by a small group of enormously wealthy families like the Rothschilds, etc.
He looked me straight in my eyes and said “so, you know about the conspiracy?"I nodded in agreement, thinking he was referring to the book I had told him about. Yes, I answered, I know.
He stood to his feet, and said that not many people knew about the” conspiracy", and how did I know about it? By now alarm bells were going off like crazy in my head. What did I have here? What had triggered this sudden change in this what I had thought was a normal guy?
"So, you know about it?", he once again asked me. By this time I was moving slowly backwards, inching towards something that I could use for a weapon should that become necessary. Taking another step towards me Bob asked again “so, you know about the little people?"WTF was he talking about? The Little People? What little people, I asked, now fully realizing that I was not talking to someone whose elevator went to the top floor. ‘
Looking me straight in the eyes, Bob then said “maybe you are one, too."Now, I am not a giant, but I was six feet tall and weighed at that time 210 pounds, so I didn't think that I was
Well, I had had about enough for tonight, so I told Bob that I had some accounting to do
I went in and called a a lady friend of mine and told her the story. I asked her, she was an internationally known psychic, if she had ever heard of such a thing. She said of course she had, and that Bob was talking about Leprechauns. I then asked the obvious question “don’t tell me you believe in Leprechauns?"Of course they are real she assured me. Now, I felt totally crazy. Maybe there were things I didn't know about how the world was run, maybe the Little People were real. Maybe I was in real danger, or maybe the whole world had gone insane and I was the only sane person left.
I never engaged Bob in conversation again. Every time that he came into the lobby, I pretended that I was extremely busy. After a few days, Bob got the hint that he was not really wanted there anymore and check out. He moved to a little shanty of a motel down the street that catered to people who were not playing cards with a full deck. I never saw him again.
But now I am aware. Now I know who really controls the world. You, too beware. The Little People might just be watching you, stalking you, preparing to cut off your legs. You have been warned. Be afraid; be very, very, afraid.