Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I don't now what this says about me but I am sure it says something. I hate bellhops. Where did that word even come from?
I guess I don't really hate bellhops, I just hate being confronted by them. I know they mean well and it is their intention to help me but, for some inexplicable reason, I STRONGLY prefer to carry my own bags to my room.
Ditto for the whole valet parking concept.
Perhaps it is tied into my affinity for low maintenance people; I pride myself on being fairly low maintenance. Maybe all that unrequested help somehow undermines my self-image as an independent person. Like I said, I don't really know what it means, I just know that when I checked into my hotel today I found it annoying that a cheery bellhop snagged my bag from the taxi and whisked it to my room against my will.
Posted by Dennis Fortier at 6:34 PM