Being a creep with the best intentions

We had a wonderful opportunity here at the Inn to host a group of hearing impaired guests recently. We were very excited and did as much as we could think of to prepare for their arrival. We also had two from the group who came before everyone else and gave us some good tips for when the rest of the group came. Like, carry around a note pad and pen so that if someone finds you around the house, they will have a way to communicate with you.

When we check people in, we offer them a glass of welcome wine. So, of course, my bosses (heretofore known as Red and Dreamer, they are a married couple that have been running the Inn for the past two years and were recently promoted to regional managers. Woo!) and I learned the sign for wine. We thought we were prepared for anything.

The first room showed up and we did all they official stuff with the help of a blank note pad and a pen. I took them on their tour of the Inn and up to their rooms. They were bubbly, friendly, and attentive. Just the sort of guests everyone wishes for. AND they read all of the signs. ALL of them. I was so excited when we got to the rooms, I pulled out the home run. I asked them if they wanted wine, through American Sign Language. They were so excited and quickly signed that they would like some red please.

Feeling proud of myself and puffed up like a blow fish, I ran downstairs and poured them their glasses. I returned upstairs with a big smile on my face…which died when I got to their CLOSED room door. I stood there, at a complete loss of what to do. "Well, I can't knock," I thought, "they won't hear me. I can't just walk in, that's rude. Do I set the glasses of wine in front of their room so that when they come out wondering what in God's name happened to that girl that promised us wine, it will be right there?"

I pondered, standing like a creep outside of their door. Then it hit me, a NOTE. Thats what I need. I pulled out my handy note pad and wrote, WINE DELIVERY on a piece of paper and slipped it under their door. And waited. A couple minutes past when I heard footsteps behind the door, then laughter and the door swung open.