Believe me when I say, the front desk position wasn’t as glamorous as it sounds – unless, of course, you call dealing with crude, horny truckers captivating. Seriously, these guys had been on the road for days, and I could have been Cousin Itt (I sure wasn’t – though I did have a lot of hair) and they would have been pitching a tent. I got hit on so much that I could have fully funded my way through Harvard TWICE had I the loose morals they had hoped I had (with enough left over for a little red Corvette). Sometimes, too, those truckers were pretty relentless. As if when they were checking in wasn’t bad enough, they would call me from their rooms like I was a phone-sex operator. Granted, I did look like I was older than sixteen, but still, these guys were serious pervs. When they ceased to leave me alone, I would hook them up with one of the loose and toothless waitresses (although I never once got a finder’s fee).
One cold and blustery night, a particularly frisky trucker was doing his best to woo me back to his room when I got off of work. He all but jumped the counter while he was checking in to fondle me (luckily the sheriff and his fellow cops were almost always right around the corner from the front desk in the restaurant having coffee late at night – so I felt pretty safe). I good-naturedly told him I was a good girl (I sure wasn’t – but I did have standards). He offered me drugs (wasn’t into), alcohol (yawn), and money (I WAS into – but preferred to earn honestly - as opposed to easily). When the cops saw (they didn’t hear his suggestive commentary) he wasn’t leaving me alone, they sent him on his way back to his room. Well, jerk-off (what he should of done) wasn’t going to be stopped that easily. He wasn’t back there two minutes and he was calling and telling me everything he was going to do to me (like that was going to get me hot or something).
When I stopped taking his lewd calls, nasty-trucker-man marched back up front “pretending” to need towels. Well, this time of night, I was the only worker in the joint. Even the restaurant had closed, cops had gone, and all of the doors were locked. So now just the little “Check In” window was open. This made it extremely difficult for him to grope me, since the window was three-inches thick and bulletproof. I managed to get rid of him (no – I did NOT flash him) after several more minutes of haranguing. He disappeared into the darkness back to his room. Not two minutes later, I hear this EXTREMELY loud crashing noise followed by an even louder gushing noise from the back of the restaurant.
My first thought was, “Holy shit! This man just busted in through the back door and now he’s going to rape and murder me because I’ve spurned his advances one too many times! I should have just been bad and done the nasty and then I’d have my life (and a few extra bucks to boot)!”
My next thought was, “Holy shit! This guy is one horny bastard – maybe if I up the ante a little (or a lot) I’ll throw my morals out the window and save my life but to hell with my soul (the devil made me do it).”
Finally, it hit me and my fantastical mind – it wasn’t STD (Sex-crazed Trucker Dude) – it was so damn cold out (record cold temps for Kentucky) that a pipe had burst back in the now-closed restaurant. Of course, I’m there alone, I’m a common-senseless teenager, it’s almost midnight and the restaurant is quickly filling with water. WWRD (What Would Rhonda Do)? Besides panic for about a minute and 34 seconds (who’s counting), I called STD for help, naturally (hey – he owed me for harassment)! He was up there in about two seconds, shut off the main water valve to the joint (thank goodness, because I’d still be looking for it), and then waited with open arms (and a smirk) for an “I-saved-your-ass-and-this-motel hug.”
Lesson learned: many people do stuff for others out of the goodness of their hearts. Others do it with the hope of getting something in return. Others just don’t do anything. He fell in the middle since he certainly expected something in return. Nonetheless, I was happy to indulge him and he was happy with just a hug (however, he did throw in a slight ass grope). I guess we both got something good out of that situation…
