Some of you may recall a few years ago when someone tried to post drugs to Spain and put my home address in the sender’s section. Well something similar happened again at Hotel V.
I’d like to present to the jury Exhibit A:
Exhibit A: an unassuming envelope
Guests often ask us to mail letters and postcards for them, so we slap on a stamp and set it on the desk ready to mail out. As the person who actually carries the mail to the postbox, I noticed this letter addressed to Portugal and picked it up, thinking for a nanosecond that it was chunkier than the average letter. And that nanosecond then passed and I thought nothing more of it.
A while later my boss came downstairs with her super-sensitive smelling powers, stood five feet away from the envelope and declared, “I SMELL WEED.”
All eyes dropped to the envelope on the desk.
We crept closer and all held it up to our noses and sure enough, it smelled like weed. So I opened it, and sure enough, inside was weed. (Ding!)
Exhibit B, your honor.:
Exhibit B: las drogas! (cue dramatic gasp from the audience)
There were two bags of weed inside the envelope, which had HOTEL V written all over it, and they were both wrapped in Hotel V stationary, with a map to Hotel V on one page. Which, I dunno, MIGHT GET THE HOTEL IN TROUBLE?
So we divvied up the goods and called it a day. Of course we weren’t going to send it, but someone suggested later that we should have sealed the envelope up and sent it empty. Ha! Wish I had thought of that.
Anyway, so later in the week, I was again behind the reception desk when I got a call. A call from Portugal.
“Um…..hello……I um…..stayed at your hotel this past weekend and…….um…….I gave a letter to mail…….” the caller was nervous, and I immediately knew who it was.
“Yes?” I asked politely.
“I want to know….um….did the letter…..did you send the letter?”
Here I put on my sweetest, overly polite voice. “Actually no, sir, we did not mail the letter. You see, it is ILLEGAL to mail drugs abroad, so we opened the letter and threw everything away.”
“Oh.” That one little “Oh” had so much disappointment behind it, I had to slap my hand over my mouth to stop the giggles. He didn’t say anything else.
“See you next time!” I chirped, and hung up. I should have added “Thanks for the weed, dude!”
Ah, bless his little cotton socks, he had probably promised all his friends that he’d get some Dutch weed for them, and now his reputation was at stake.
Oh well, it made my day! Now I have this weed and I don’t even smoke weed (anymore). Any takers? And before you ask, no I will not mail it to you, so don’t even try.
Don’t make the pregnant woman laugh so hard! I am going to have to double my pelvic floor excercises (oh yes, I did just besmirch your blog comments with such visions!) today to recover from that post.
Hahaha, that is a vision for us now, isn’t it? I’ll try not to be funny anymore, we don’t need anyone showing up before his/her due date now, do we? No we do not. (Hope you’re well by the way!)
HAHAHAHA That’s awesome! I have a feeling you’ll find someone who wants what you now possess.
I have no doubts that someone will gladly take it off of my hands.
An aside, a friend was telling me about his trip to Amsterdam a year or so ago to which I replied “Oh I have an old high school friend living there”! You should have seen how W I D E his eyes got! And then he proceeded to ask me a bunch of questions I certainly couldn’t answer… haha Americans are nuts.
Yeeeeeeees. . . .
what is it about handling drugs that makes people stupid.
I was once asked if I could make a drug transaction for someone “coz you’re Dutch and all, you know how to handle drug dealers”
Fuck you, I buy my drugs over a counter.
I pay TAXES on my drugs.
I don’t know how to handle dealers and I’m definitely not handling one for you in a country that kills people for possession.
I think it’s the Fear of the Fuzz that gets people anxious. Which is why they put the hotel (or my address) as the sender.
“SHE DID IT NOT ME IT WAS HER!”
But like….did they offer you money? cuz like….I’m lookin for a part-time job and all…..(shifty eyes)
Too funny. I would have had to resist the urge to add “hahaaaaa SUCKAH!” just before hanging up.
It was HARD not to!!!
You are teasing us!
The story is dope…no pun intended, lol! But you guys don’t have to notify the police about this at all ?
haha good one! No I don’t think the police would care because we caught it before they sent it, and it’s not like it’s legal on this side of the border.
hahaha, I see ok, ok, I tried to be a nice law abiding citizen….in the wrong place though. You should blog about another crazy thing happening at your job though, this was definitely fun! Oh and I was wondering what does the hotel look like…pics???
Haha! Worth a try!
Hehe. Priceless.
Nice. Hope you had a nice weekend with it!
Now in the States you would have been arrested for interfering with the US mail. You’re not allowed to open mail that is not addressed to you – unless of course you are a postal inspector in which case they pay you to do exactly that.
And really, how silly of the budding little drug dealer to send it in a skinny envelope like that. I would have put it in a package.
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Oh my god, I would love your weed so bad, lol. That is such a great story. I mean, that guy must have been super fucking high when he thought it was a good idea to mail weed. He should have just taken it back on the plane with him like normal not-idiots do. http://stonerdiary.wordpress.com
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