Dear hot and awkwardly drunk boy,
I'm using you today as an example of what to never ever do when approaching the desk of a hotel.
Don't say "I'm realllllyyyyy sorry" before I notice your state of intoxication.
I nearly shit my pants tonight because I saw hands in pockets, dark and mysterious tall man, who smelled yummy, coming at me with a fucking apology.
You know who apologizes, hot and awkwardly drunk boy?
People about to rob me.
People who are about to throw knives/darts/babies at my face.
People who have weapons hiding in their pants, that aren't attached to them.
Those kinds of people start with an apology.
Never apologize because you were too drunk to drive, and the voice of your mother scared you into walking 3 miles to get to my hotel, where you've been before so you know I'd give you a drunk guy rate.
You're smart, peanut.
One day I'll have you trained.
Happy Holidays, my friends.