Abel's spanking blog & stories
Most of the hotel staff we have encountered so far speak decent enough English that communication problems only led us to ripping out our hair in frustration three or four times. There have been some funny and puzzling signs on walls and letters through the door, but on the whole, the bad old British Empire has clearly left its mark.
It can’t be easy, though, to take care of foreign hotel clientele. There must have been some wrinkles to smooth out before now.
Take, for example, the sign for “the paddling pool”. Having had it installed, the estates and buildings department may have forgotten to inform the poolside services department of what exactly the sign meant. The whirpool was easy, the infinity pool was strange, but explicable; what about the paddling pool?
The departmental manager got busy with the dictionary. Clearly, you could not do any rowing in there, it was altogether too shallow. Hmm, he thought, it must be that other meaning. Oh, well; foreign tastes and customs were odd, but cater to them he must.
After this, new guests who leafed through the hotel services directory, would be struck dumb by the following entry:
Catering to all your disciplinary needs, our new Paddling Pool is superbly equipped for the purpose. Use your own implements or rent ours, or, for a special occasion, treat yourself from the fabulous range at the souvenir shop in the lobby.
Should you be travelling alone, our helpful staff will be only too happy to help if you require a partner for your paddling experience.
Ollie
January 2nd, 2008 at 10:46 am
A delightful idea.
I’ll not be able to watch children enjoying themselves in the summer without a small undefined smile crinkling the corners of my mouth.
Abel
January 2nd, 2008 at 11:04 am
Yeah, I too now think that paddling pools are wasted on children!
hermione
January 2nd, 2008 at 6:31 pm
We have a lovely outdoor one here in front of City Hall. I’ll have to stroll by at lunchtime next summer and see what’s up. You never know what might happen when those busloads of tourists start arriving!
littlenic
January 2nd, 2008 at 6:56 pm
As someone about to book herself a solo holiday, I do like their very kind offer of someone to help out such Norma No-Mates types!
Shame I’m off to Las Vegas rather than Malaysia, really…
Abel
January 2nd, 2008 at 11:29 pm
Hermione – why wait until summer? The idea of a warming paddle on a freezing wintr behind has some appeal…
Littlenic – I’m sure a nice paddling could be arranged closer to home for you than Vegas
Martha
January 3rd, 2008 at 12:34 am
I adored my paddling pool as a kid; must’ve been a subconsciously formative experience
Littlenic – if you’re looking for a holiday companion…
Evie
January 3rd, 2008 at 1:08 am
Littlenic- I envy you your solo holiday, For me it’s avec la family (Shudder) or nothing…
Rob
January 3rd, 2008 at 4:01 am
I took my daughter to the airport this morning for her Asian adventure. “Miss you darling, have the best time….” A few hours went by and I thought I might have enough strength to open her bedroom door. I had prepared myself, but how can you ever be prepared for that experience really?…but if there happened to be a paddling pool over there of our variety, I wouldn’t exactly let on, if you know what I mean!!!
Ollie
January 3rd, 2008 at 8:49 am
I had another thought, if you’ll allow me to intrude a second time.
A paddling pool might be something like a typing pool, staffed by a number of willing guys and gals whose only job is to fulfil the paddling needs of the guests.
Then there’s the car pool…..