Best of the Guests and the Return of the Perv...

Sab was gone, I was happy. I didn't realise how much it had affected my week until I finally waved him out of the door. The whole week was a bit of a downer. At one point the guests had asked if one friend from another resort could come and stay the night. As Sab had a spare bed in his room we agreed so long as the visitor didn't bother the other guests. The morning of the arrival we were told he was here... 6 snow boarders came bounding through the door, raiding our fridges, eating twix bars and doing big poos and using all the toilet paper. A went crazy and kicked them out the door, you go girl!

So I was badly wanting a change in vibe and it came with our new set of guests. They were wonderful. Helped with everything. Came out in the evenings and made sure we got absolutely smashed without spending anything. It made us both feel so much better and we had an all round amazing week. By the end it was very sad to see them go and we would have both been happy to have them for another week. A tip just short of 100 euros each made their departure slightly more bareable.

This weeks guests are nice. Not quite up there with the week before but pleasant enough. I'm getting quite a lot of amusement though as we have another perv, and thankfully this time he isn't after me. He seems to have developed a bit of a warm gooey soft spot for my lovely co host. At least I think he has. It's either that or he wants to kill her.

During dinner preparation yesterday I came into the chalet just after A to find her standing in the kitchen chopping some mushrooms with about 6 guests seated in a semi circle around her looking at her like she was putting on a 'Punch and Judy' show. The pervy one was helpfully sitting on our bin, following A, longingly. Each time I needed to throw something away I had to pick him up and pop him on the fridge for a second, but he didn't notice, he was too deeply involved with his stare.

Yesterday A was telling him that she really wants a lesson. His response was to stare deep into her eyes for 17 seconds breathing heavily before saying 'Come up the mountain with me, I'll throw you down something hard.' Now, I've seen this guy ski, and I'm pretty sure he isn't a qualified instructor so I'm not quite sure what he was offering with this. I'll let you come to your own conclusion on that one.

I'm hoping that I won't have to find out if his stare is a loving one or a murderous one.

Patrick the Perv

It is nice to use someone's name when addressing them. It makes your encounter more personal. But there is such thing as over using a name. This is the problem I have had with one of my guests this week.

It was nice at first, I'd get in for morning service and be greeted with 'Good Morning J...going out for a ski today J?' Then in the evening it would be 'Hello A, nice day A? What's for dinner J?'. But after a while I begin to feel like my name loses meaning.

I had a strange moment with the same guest last night. The conversation went like this...

P: Evening J, loved the cake today J.
J: Oh you mean the flapjacks? Glad you enjoyed them.
P: They were lovely J. Nice and sticky, just how I like it J.

* DRAMATIC PAUSE *

P: Do you like it like that J?

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT!??!

I was on the verge of telling him that last week they came out 'too hard' but thought this wouldn't be the wisest response so in the end I just told him that last week my flapjack resembled a brick and so I took them out early this time. I then proceeded to slowly turn my back and pretend to wash an already clean saucepan.