Some construction is going on nearby which likely caused a blackout at the Hampton. Almost immediately the phones of the front desk began to ring. Take one thing away from people and they turn into children, asking if we're there yet and not knowing how to preoccupy themselves.
"What's going on? A power out?"
"It's my electric personality," jokes one worker.
"I guess it's time for a break," interjects another worker.
A lady comes close to running into the front door head on. She says she doesn't know what to do. Everything is run on electricity here: the doors, the AC, the lights and refrigerators. Our society is run on electricity and people have forgotten even how to deal with a door that will not open. Even a luxury hotel becomes as hot and dark as a low end motel.
Another call comes in, from the elevator. A worker is stuck inside and yet, out of everyone, she is capable of getting out - pulling the doors apart. The other lady still doesn't know how to leave the hotel.
"It's my electric personality," repeats the worker. She will say this many more times, though no one has laughed since the first recitation.
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