I worked at a dealership doing service advisor work. My dad stopped by one time and as he was leaving one of my detailers was coming in. They passed one another through the door and the detailed came to me and said, Travis, your last customer smelled like weed. I said, Omar, that’s my dad. Rest In Peace pops
For those that are interested, Doug posted the whole story...as a Yelp review for the hotel. Here's the transcript:
"My show in Auckland- the last of this leg of the tour - was a debacle. It was the last day of school and we drank accordingly.
I woke up about 4am in a stupor and killed time on the internet until the 5am start of an exquisitely overpriced ($35) breakfast buffet. As I exited my room, a matured Japanese couple rushed past me followed by an elderly, vacant and distraught woman, barefooted dressed only in a thin, short nightgown - more like a hospital gown than even night clothing.
"Are you okay?" I asked and the Japanese couple hurled a panicked "No, she's not! She needs help!" as they jumped on the elevator, not helping.
After a few questions it was obvious that this woman was suffering in an advanced stage of Alzheimer's or a like dementia. She'd only gone out to use the rest room, she said. She just didn't know where it was she came from. I put my war-torn leather jacket around her and brought her downstairs to the bathroom in the lobby where I told the front desk the issue.
Through the faintest, struggling voice, the woman told us her name and managed that she'd come here by train with people that she knew but couldn't bring any other details. The front desk found no one by that name registered. I told them that she must have come out of a third floor room as the keycards are floor specific and that's where I'd found her.
They sent a housekeeper to find her a robe. I mentioned they should also get her slippers, her bare feet on cold tile. They came back with a towel. Eh.
She managed to mention her daughter and I asked her daughter's name. I think she tried not to cry when she said that she couldn't remember and I tried as hard.
Finally the manager found the same last name on the third floor and called with no answer. She asked the woman if that was her daughter's name and it sparked enough memory to confirm it. We took her back to that room where the manager opened the door and shouted out the daughter's name. The daughter came as bedraggled as anyone would be at that hour and obviously distraught that her mother had been found wandering lost.
They returned my filthy coat and Mother was taken in safely.
Then manager turned to me conspiratorially and said "She smelled strongly of alcohol!"
"No, ma'am. That's me. She has dementia. I'm the one that smells of alcohol."
And in a half a beat and a whiff, she said "Oh, that IS you!"
The last show was a drunken spectacle. But I did good this morning."
wvumteers4lifw on April 25th, 2018 at 13:11 UTC »
I worked at a dealership doing service advisor work. My dad stopped by one time and as he was leaving one of my detailers was coming in. They passed one another through the door and the detailed came to me and said, Travis, your last customer smelled like weed. I said, Omar, that’s my dad. Rest In Peace pops
SomeOtherNeb on April 25th, 2018 at 15:55 UTC »
For those that are interested, Doug posted the whole story...as a Yelp review for the hotel. Here's the transcript:
"My show in Auckland- the last of this leg of the tour - was a debacle. It was the last day of school and we drank accordingly.
I woke up about 4am in a stupor and killed time on the internet until the 5am start of an exquisitely overpriced ($35) breakfast buffet. As I exited my room, a matured Japanese couple rushed past me followed by an elderly, vacant and distraught woman, barefooted dressed only in a thin, short nightgown - more like a hospital gown than even night clothing.
"Are you okay?" I asked and the Japanese couple hurled a panicked "No, she's not! She needs help!" as they jumped on the elevator, not helping.
After a few questions it was obvious that this woman was suffering in an advanced stage of Alzheimer's or a like dementia. She'd only gone out to use the rest room, she said. She just didn't know where it was she came from. I put my war-torn leather jacket around her and brought her downstairs to the bathroom in the lobby where I told the front desk the issue.
Through the faintest, struggling voice, the woman told us her name and managed that she'd come here by train with people that she knew but couldn't bring any other details. The front desk found no one by that name registered. I told them that she must have come out of a third floor room as the keycards are floor specific and that's where I'd found her.
They sent a housekeeper to find her a robe. I mentioned they should also get her slippers, her bare feet on cold tile. They came back with a towel. Eh.
She managed to mention her daughter and I asked her daughter's name. I think she tried not to cry when she said that she couldn't remember and I tried as hard.
Finally the manager found the same last name on the third floor and called with no answer. She asked the woman if that was her daughter's name and it sparked enough memory to confirm it. We took her back to that room where the manager opened the door and shouted out the daughter's name. The daughter came as bedraggled as anyone would be at that hour and obviously distraught that her mother had been found wandering lost.
They returned my filthy coat and Mother was taken in safely.
Then manager turned to me conspiratorially and said "She smelled strongly of alcohol!"
"No, ma'am. That's me. She has dementia. I'm the one that smells of alcohol."
And in a half a beat and a whiff, she said "Oh, that IS you!"
The last show was a drunken spectacle. But I did good this morning."
JiggyMacC on April 25th, 2018 at 17:07 UTC »
Didn't think I would be seeing Stanhope on this subreddit.