you know, we had some odd ones, yes. But mostly it was the groups I hated. We had a few Hells Angels. Real rowdy, you know?”
“Hells Angels?”
“Oh yeah. Biker guys. All in leather. And some union guys. Sometimes there’d be some hubbub down at the plants . . . next thing you know we’d be checking in the union guys.”
“What about a lone individual? Did you ever check in someone you thought, ‘Oh no, hide my purse!’”
Katy smiles. Reach out to them. Make them feel like you are gonna be best friends for sure.
“Look, there were some creeps. I’m not gonna lie. One guy even offered me five hundred bucks to go up to his room. Just to watch him . . . you know. A real normal-looking guy, too. I’m not kidding.”
“Really?
“Oh, yeah. And there was this one guy asked if I would . . . uh, forget it.”
“No, c’mon, I have to know now.”
“Okay, well, there was this one guy, wanted me to come up and call him names, like call him a baby, and he’d put on diapers and shake a rattle and stuff. Offered me three hundred dollars. Said that was it . . . that was all I had to do.”
“Wow. Did you do it?”
“Hell, no! I mean, sure, sounds like easy money but . . . you never know.”
“Unbelievable.”
“I know! But, you know, it was mostly people traveling through, families on a budget, you know. In summers, lots of fishing. Peak season. The rest of the year, well, we had some husbands, getting their rocks off, on the side. They’d pay for the night, be gone by twelve.”
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