This was the third time in less than three hours I locked my access card in my hotel lodge at Best Western Plus Hotel.
First was after I met Alex, surprised to see an old friend on the list of journalists for the conference. We had a warm handshake and our bags were immediately taken. I needed toothpaste and slippers and it was the moment I locked the door, I realized my key card was on the table.
It was my first time of ever lodging in a hotel or being on a conference. So you understand that I was a novice. No, JJC.
I begged the receptionist who was quite lovely.
I told her the problem and asked her for directions to the next supermarket.
“Just walk down the street. Before you’re back your key card will be ready.”
I have since returned and got the card. But after strolling with Alex, I locked it in again. So I waited this time, seeing people go in and out.
Alex knock roused me.
“Joseph,” he called out, “be fast, breakfast is ready.”
I jumped out of bed and went outside the door, being careful to cradle my key card this time. The pretty receptionist had been truly nice to me, retrieving my key card every time.
And the WiFi pass she gave me was heavenly. I had updated both phone, laptop apps and was currently downloading series.
“You have bathed already…”
“…And had breakfast,” he completed the line.
“Go and get dressed, conference starts by 8am.”
I had gotten dressed after having my meal of yams and egg. Curiosity took the better of me seeing the bartender serve pineapple juice. I had asked whether the fruit juice was free as well.
“It is free,” he smiled.
“Ask and it shall be given.”
Of course, I asked and was given. It was while we were having a little chit-chat; Gloria came to rattle us that the conference had begun.
“Give me a moment,” I said, leaving my drink and dashing to my room. I had dashed out with my laptop and notes after which I remembered.
Slammed my door with the key card on the table again!
Shame will not solve this. So I went to the reception again. But my pretty friend was no longer there. They asked my schedule, I said I had a conference. They reassured me but with a little warning this time.
I got back to the room with my key card in my hand right after lunch.
Overtime, I spent my last days at the reception. This was when the WiFi was down. Amaka teased me. “You are falling in love, besides the girl likes you back.”
Today, I passed by the street on Allen Avenue and remembered the great service and pretty memories. I rummaged my phone for the last selfie.
Her name was Omotola. Pretty receptionist.
Entry for Hotels.ng Writing Challenge