Her Blood-Alcohol Level Is… Elevated
I work at a large and well-appointed luxury hotel. We get a lot of weddings, and a lot of those are next-level extravagant, but that means the extra extravagant open bar is a bit much for some of the guests.
A drunk couple is passing through the lobby, from the ballroom where the wedding is taking place toward the elevators to the rooms. They are stumbling comically left and right, but the wife definitely seems a bit worse for wear than her husband.
I wave at them as they go around the corner toward the elevator and continue with my night audit duties. I look up a few minutes later to see the husband standing in front of me.
Husband: *Slurring* “Can I get a luggage cart?”
Me: “Of course! Would you like me to have that sent up to your room?”
Husband: “Nah, I’ll take that with me now.”
He’s still a bit unsteady on his feet, so I offer to get someone to push the luggage cart to his room for him.
Husband: “Actually, maybe just come and see for yourself.”
Since the lobby was empty, I followed him around the corner to the elevators. I was not prepared for what I saw.
His wife was passed out drunk halfway in and halfway out of the elevator on the lobby floor. The doors were legit opening and closing on this woman, and she was not budging… or even aware.
Since they were both on the heavier side, I was unable to move her right there, so I rushed back to fetch the luggage cart, and between us both, we got her onto it before either she or the elevator broke.
I called our strongest busboy to meet the husband and wife on their floor to assist in “escorting” the wife from the luggage cart onto the bed, and I had an interesting story to tell the morning manager!