The right half of my body, being required to carry the left half, resulted in a marked limp that I tried to cover up by offering an impression of a dramatic walk style. I limped/walked into the Chicago Hilton Hotel and that’s where I first saw a concierge desk. The people at the desk looked like they could work, but only if they wanted to.
For a while, until the hotel’s got wind of me, I got every concierge job I interviewed for.
“If we decide to hire you, when can you start?” A hotel manager asked.
Perfectly postured and on the edge of my seat I yelled, “Oh, I love this place! I can start anytime!” I thought hard to remember the name of the hotel where I sat. “Yes, this is a wonderful hotel!”
The manager adjusted his tie.
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