So there’s an older guy and girl staying at the hotel. They’re supposed to come down to square up their bill for the night so we can check them out and recheck them in under weekly rates. The girl is a bit on the bigger side and looks to be younger than me, about 17-18 and the way she acts around the guy strikes me as a daughter/father relationship. The older guy looks to be 35-40.
Girl: (on her way out for a smoke – again) How’s your night going?
Me: Good good, yours?
Girl: Not too bad.
Me: Is he going to come down soon? We need to square up for tonight?
Girl: Who my hus-
Me: -ur dad – oh I mean your …. husband.
Girl: *doesn’t notice my suprise* yeah we’re waiting on our cheque to clear at midnight. He’ll be back down then.
Me: Okay
Girl: It’s too bad you guys don’t have pet-friendly kitchenettes. Eating out is expensive. We’re living off of [well known sandwich restaurant] right now.
Me: *nodding sympathetically* yeah that can’t be too healthy
Girl: Especially since I’m pregnant
Me: *shocked* You’re pregnant!?!
Girl: Can’t you tell? I’m six months pregnant.
She steps back and tries to show off her belly. I had assumed she was just on the heavier side and ‘gifted’ up top but she does in deed have a small baby bump.
Me: wow … congratulations.
For once, I was way off. Not only is she not his daughter, she’s his wife and 6 months pregnant.