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Things Humping in the Night

Things Humping in the Night

 

 

Welcome to the first of a series of articles looking at the behind-the-scenes comings and goings that people in the arts and hospitality have had to experience. If you’ve had some strange or funny experiences from behind the scenes at work, and you think it should be shared, contact us and we’ll do so.

 


 

In the early days of Glamping, when the concept was new to lots of people, I was young, still had hair and was full of energy; so much so that I did a lot of the bookings, cleaning and check-ins myself.

On one Spring evening it was 9pm so I went on my rounds to lock up the tents.  A came to tent I that thought was not booked out and I saw the door flap was open.  As I had been cleaning it earlier I assumed I’d been called away and inadvertently left the door open. I went to zip the door up but when I came to the door I noticed the mattress was upturned on its side propped up against the central pole. This struck me as rather odd as tents are always left ready for guests. Then…

…my torch light landed on a flipflop!

There was no way that had been there earlier in the day. I shouted ‘hello, is anyone there? Panning the beam of my torch across the floor I saw a foot shuffle in behind the upturned mattress. Not sure whether to ‘fight or flight’ I shifted my gripped on the torch holding it at the very tip of the light like a make shift baton and shouted ‘hello, hello. Is anyone there?’ as I advanced toward the upturned mattress, not knowing what to expect next.

Peering over the top of the mattress I saw the lady and gent I had checked in earlier with their young daughter. They looked rather different now; the wife on her hands and knees, straddling her husband’s legs as he lay on his back wriggling on the floor trying to hastily pull up his boxers and jeans.

For one horrific moment my mind completely blanked and I thought I had walked into their tent and I blurted out in panic “Oh, oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

I have read that as you pass through a threshold you remember things and so it was in this instance. As I dash out of the tent; in horror of having crossed the major red line of hospitality and entered a guests tent without invitation, I suddenly realised it was not me but the guests who were in the wrong tent!

Pausing by the door I quickly composed myself again; just in time for the couple to sheepishly file out. An un-shockable hospitality professional once more, I merely gave them a warm smile, wished them good night and locked the tent; making a mental note to give it a good clean again in the morning. Thinking that would be the end of the matter.

However, in the morning the husband came to reception and asked to speak to me in private. The poor man was obviously very distressed and apologised profusely, saying they had never done anything like that before, that they were both respectable and his wife was a teacher. He even offered to pay for a night in the tent they had used. We didn’t go into this business to get rich though, we go into it because we like people and seeing them happy. I reassured him it wasn’t a problem and he didn’t have to pay for the second tent, merely mentioning that we’d appreciate a review.

To this day I’m still waiting for that review. It seems our good deeds are the ones that go unmentioned. It shouldn’t happen to a Site Manager…

 

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