One of the best things about my job is getting to eavesdrop on unsuspecting guests in the lobby. I mean, the lobby is where everyone loves to hang out for some reason. Personally, if I was paying $100+ bucks a night, I'd be living it up in my room, but that's just me. I don't mind at all when people hang out in the lobby because it actually gives me some amusement. Just last week we had a high school team staying here and, of course, they just wanted to run in and out of their rooms and come hang out in the lobby to feel like they were "cool," I guess. After a few hours of listening to them chatter about the most ridiculous things, there were only 4 left. Three girls and 1 boy. Now, it was obvious that the boy was dating one of the girls that was left but it seemed like he may have been a little too interested in one of her friends. I was very interested to see how this was going to play out. Much to my surprise, it was very entertaining. The girls started braiding each other's hair and giggling, while they played truth or dare (how cliche!!). To help out with the story, we're going to call the guy Rock (that's what it sounded like they were calling him, anyway) and since I didn't get the girls' names, we'll call them by their respective hair colors -- Brownie and Blondie (they double as desserts!!). When it got to Rock, he picked truth and was asked "Whose hair is braided the prettiest?" Now, Rock (dating Blondie -- or so I'm pretty sure), answers that he likes Brownie's hair the best or that he thinks it is the prettiest. I'm sure in his peasy high school male brain, he thought he was scoring points with Blondie because she was the one to braid Brownie's hair but let's be serious, girls NEVER think that way. Blondie stands up and immediately starts throwing some hammed up, over reactive tantrum. "OMG, ROCK!! HOW COULD YOU SAY HER HAIR IS PRETTIER THAN MINE?! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!!" Clearly, Rock and Brownie are dumbfounded by this and he tries to chime in with his measly "but you braided her hair so I was trying to compliment you." Ooohh, Rock! Do you know nothing of high school girls? It doesn't matter if her braid was better, you ALWAYS say her hair is the prettiest. ALWAYS. It reminds me of when I was in high school and I flipped out on my boyfriend for borrowing a piece of paper from another girl in our class instead of me. That's right, folks. BORROWING A PIECE OF PAPER. This went on for another 30 minutes until finally all of the girls left mad at Rock. I felt so bad for him that when he came to the desk to pay for a candy bar, I just let him have it. There's just no winning with high school girls.... come to think of it, there's no winning with the female species at all, fellas.
