The Desk Clerk

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The Desk Clerk

Traveling for a living can be a boring and lonely existence. As a private investigator working within the trucking insurance industry, I spent roughly three weeks per month on the road.

It didn’t take long to realize that the better hotels and motels are the only places to stay. You just never know what you’ll get with the cheaper places. Therefore, I have stayed at Holiday Inns almost exclusively, for a number of years. With a few exceptions, they offer clean, comfortable accommodations at a reasonable price at locations all across the country.

The particular trip during which the following incident occurred found me in Chicago in late March. When in the Chicago area, I usually stayed at the Willowbrook, Ill. Holiday Inn. I had stayed at that motel on this trip as well.

After a long day in the Chicago inner city, it was good to get back to the friendly faces of the Holiday Inn. I had enjoyed a very successful day. I had saved my client insurance company several hundred thousand dollars by recovering a stolen trailer and its cargo.

I was in the mood to celebrate. My celebrations usually consisted of going to a nice sit-down restaurant, instead of a fast food joint, and having dinner and a drink. Normally, these dinners were spent alone.

I knew there was a Chi Chi’s Mexican food restaurant somewhere near the Willowbrook Holiday Inn. That seemed to me like a good place to go that night. I just couldn’t remember exactly where it was located.

As I passed through the lobby, the desk clerks were in the middle of their shift change. I waited patiently for things to settle down at the desk and then asked them where the nearest Chi Chi’s was located.

A new desk clerk, who was just getting off work, offered me directions.

I was immediately taken by the lovely young lady. Her name tag read, “Mandy.” Mandy was a statuesque beauty. At approximately six feet, she stood nearly a head taller than my five foot, seven inch height. Her pale a complexion, red hair, green eyes, and slender build captivated me. In later conversation, I found she was twenty one-years-old and a third year student at Northwestern University.

Mandy told me the closest Chi Chi’s was located one mile west at the next traffic light to the north. I seemed to remember it was about a mile west of the second light. But no matter, I’d find it.

“Are you sure?” I asked her with a smile.

“Yes, quite sure.” She replied.

She was a cute young gal and since she had already caught my attention, I offered her a deal. “I’ll tell ya what I’ll do. Come to dinner with me. If you’re right, I’ll buy. If I’m right, you buy.”

Either way, I had no intention of letting this lovely young lady pay for dinner. Hell, most college students are always broke anyway. The price of a pizza was usually an extravagance.

Her co-workers convinced her to go with me. They had known me for years. They knew I wouldn’t do anything stupid to hurt her. They also knew I wouldn’t let her pay for dinner, no matter who won the bet.

Mandy giggled and agreed to the bet. She grabbed her purse and off we went.

We were both wrong! The Chi Chi’s was west of the second light as I had thought, but it was further than I had guessed. Mandy had looked a little nervous as we rode out of the area in which she had said the Chi Chi’s was located. Fortunately for her, it was two miles west of the second light.

That difference allowed me to pay for dinner without looking like I was giving her a gift. Hell, I was just happy to have such a cute young lady with whom I could share dinner.

Laughing, I told Mandy. “Oh, well, I guess I was wrong too. Looks like dinner will be on me.”

Mandy smiled broadly and said. “Thank you.”

As we entered the restaurant, I said to her. “I know college kids are always broke. They are lucky to have enough money to buy a pizza.”

“They sure are. At least this one is.” She said with a smile.

“What’s your boyfriend going to say if he finds out his girl went to dinner with an old fart twice her age?” I asked.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. Never have had a steady boyfriend.” She seemed just a little irritated with that bit of reality.

“Why wouldn’t a cute girl like you have a boyfriend?” I asked. It’s hard to turn off the investigator’s curiosity in me. “If I were your age, you’d have to beat me off with a stick. There’s a boy some where who is missing out on a sweet young gal.” I told her.

She grinned broadly, shrugged, and offered a simple reply. “Thank you. I guess my height scared off the high school boys, and the college guys seem to want the more glamorous girls.”

The waitress appeared about then to take our drink orders.