I own a bed-and-breakfast. Last week, we had a guest — let’s call her Katherine — who turned out to be one of those people we’re not likely to forget any time soon. Katherine is in her sixties and upper-middle-class judging by her clothes, sports car, and extensive plastic surgery, which tends to give her unlined face a look of perpetual slight surprise. She had booked a studio with a kitchenette and breakfast because she wanted to experience the snow, and our mountains are the best bet in a five-hour driving radius. I have no idea what brought her to our humble B&B rather than to one of the four- and five-star resorts in the area, but she turned out to be genuinely loveable.
But let’s start from the beginning: her arrival. Unfortunately, these last few winters have been serving a lot more rainy days, storms, and grey skies than the snow-covered, blue-skied winter wonderlands she was probably hoping for. Katherine arrived on a singularly rainy day and came in rather drenched after the thirty-second walk from her expensive sports car. On first glance, I couldn’t suppress a bit of a smile; her business shoes, skirt, blouse, and fur-trimmed overcoat were pretty far removed from the oftentimes mud-drenched hikers, dog owners, and young families from the cities we usually get here. Misjudging her arched eyebrows, I took her to be surprised (perhaps negatively) and half-prepared myself for a walkout.
Whoops. I was quite wrong there. It turned out that this was her happy look. She complimented our common area, which doubles as the breakfast room and has a self-serve bar, our reception, and our fireplace. Granted, the latter is intentionally extra cozy on dreary days. Having been shown her room, she was quite content. Now, normally, we don’t offer daily housekeeping, but I decided to ask her if she’d prefer that.
Katherine: “No, no, I’m fine. I actually prefer it if I can just leave my own mess lying around for a few days.”
She told us she’d just let us know if she needed anything — a woman after my own heart.
For the next few days, Katherine was decidedly different from our usual guests — at times a bit eccentric, but always polite and genuinely fun to be around. She forgot her toothbrush and paid us well to get her a new Sonic one on our shopping run.
Katherine: “Do you own a Sonic toothbrush? I just need that feeling of clean teeth, you know!”
Katherine’s breakfast consisted of two eggs, fruit, mozzarella, and cheese, but no bread, and a flat white with oat milk. Oh, and a cigarette on the patio after. In the evenings, after having had dinner somewhere, she’d often buy a bottle of wine from our bar, never without offering us a glass, too.
When she expressed her disappointment with the weather — it remained stormy and rainy throughout her stay — we quickly came up with alternative activities: the National Park and the Natural History Museum, a tour through a historic mine, and a spa day. We even booked her a driver from the village so she could sample the local Liqueurs and Spirits.
Katherine being Katherine, she befriended a young hiker couple — let’s call them Len and Tina — from another room one evening over a bottle of wine or two. The next day, they all went shopping for outdoor clothing in Tina’s beat-up little car, since Katherine’s two-seater couldn’t fit them all. Katherine left in white trainers and her fur-trimmed coat, only to return with new top-of-the-line hiking boots, trousers, and an insulated winter and raincoat that cost decidedly more than a week’s stay with us. She even bought Len and Tina a pair of gloves each — the smallest item they could come up with when she offered to buy them something, as they later told me.
To Katherine’s credit, the very next day, she put those hiking boots to good use and joined Len and Tina for a hike that would take five hours on a good day. They came back after seven hours, wet, muddy, and happy — especially after we brought out the hot chocolate. Later, Katherine discreetly asked me for band-aids and disinfectant; apparently, she hadn’t been aware that hiking boots should ideally be broken in with a series of shorter hikes. Her blisters had gotten so bad that they burst. The next day, feeling sorry for her, I bought her my favourite blister pads. That afternoon, she actually bought me a bottle of Riesling (she knew it was my favourite by then) to say thanks.
Katherine checked out this morning after having kissed my partner and me on both cheeks three times, thanking us profusely for “the great hidden gem that you have created here”, leaving a very generous tip, and promising to come back. I’m not going to lie, I was genuinely touched, but I didn’t think anything would come from it.
What can I say? She wasn’t lying. Just now, I received a phone call from Katherine’s personal assistant. They have booked the entire B&B for twenty-four people — including some bunk beds; I triple-checked and was assured that’s fine — for a family get-together. They’ll stay a full week in October, and they have asked me to work out a bespoke itinerary that’s quite eclectic, including an informal, vegetarian pizza night in our garden, as well as a high-end Michelin Star restaurant visit in the next town over. (I already called them, and they’re happy to open specifically for Katherine’s group on a specific date.) Additionally, the assistant asked me for Len and Tina’s contact details, since Katherine wants to hire them as dedicated hiking guides and photographers for a day or two; they have a semi-successful hiking-themed Instagram. I called Len; he had a good laugh and will talk to Tina since he’d absolutely love to make it work. Shorter hikes this time, he promised.
Guys… All the feels. With the risk of being cheesy, it’s days like this that I genuinely love my job. It’ll never make me rich (unless Katherine would like to buy the property? Just kidding!), but the services we offer make people from all walks of life genuinely happy — and to me, that’s even better.
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