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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Friday Night Check-ins The days have been calm and collected. The guests have been happy, content. The weekday staff scurry out from the hotel To avoid the upcoming event. Weekend receptionists tremble As the Friday night check-ins approach, Fearing the tsunami of wrinklies On their three-day excursions-by-coach. The first vehicle’s brakes squeal their warning As its door opens up with a sigh. The girl at the desk and her male teammate Watch the porchway with dread in their eyes. The first wrinkly disembarks backwards, Reaching up to be handed her Zimmer. The scowl on her face giving more than a hint Of the litany of protests within her. Slowly the vehicle disgorges Its fifty malcontent arrivals. The front desk staff offer a brief heartfelt prayer For their sanity, composure, survival. Like an unerring wave of displeasure The wrinklies shuffle in through the door, Shoving aside anyone heading out – They’ve made this manoeuvre before. The party’s predominantly female, Determined and far from benign. Apart from one chap, in windcheater and cap Looking hen-pecked and toeing the line. They descend on reception like locusts, Complaining, demanding and cackling. The staff at the desk have nowhere to hide From the surge of objections they’re tackling. Ground floor room! No steps! Wheelchair access! Why no lift? Single occupant! Porter! The tottery old girl with the big Zimmer frame Demands a young man to escort her. The onslaught is tough and relentless As the wrinklies press home their attack. Then, deftly dealt-with, the tidal wave thins As they head to their rooms to unpack. Pleased with the way things were handled, The reception-staff think they’ve survived. But outside the lobby, brakes hissing with glee, Another full coach has arrived…
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