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The best part of owning/running your own hostel is the people you meet!
There’s always one
So everyone’s chilling in the dining room one evening when a guy in his 50’s bools in, with his loud voice and fake accent he says,
“you gotta bed for the night” I look at Sean, Sean looks at me, in fact, I think the whole dining room is looking at Sean, “yea mate we have one private single room left if you want it”? Ol mate “book me in” the hostel carries on as it was, nek minute Ol mate steams out with a can of cody’s in hand, briefcase, and his boom box blaring blues/jazz, sits at one of the tables and begins to write in a black marker pen,
“I will pay someone to drive my car to Picton, get on the ferry which I will also pay for and drive me just out of Wellington to my next gig” he pins this notice to our notice board, takes a seat at a table with a group chatting and starts to yarn, again really loud and in his own accent, some people laughing others not sure what to do or think as the stuff that comes out of this guys mouth is either really hard to believe or just crud!
After an hour or so Sean has a good chat with him he’s actually alright just full on and loves a yarn but he’s completely harmless, we invite him downstairs for a drink along with other guests and again his stories keep on entertaining or weirding people out is probably more accurate.
He and few of our longer staying guests head to the city, but before they go he whispers in Sean’s ear, “mate I have no money right now I’m waiting on a big payout in the next 24 hours but can you spare me $20.00” this is just after the guy had spent hours telling us how much he is worth, what he owns what he does etc etc anyway Seans gives him $20 and he’s leaves.
The next morning I head out to do breakfast and before I can even open the door I can hear snoring that is next level loud (the poor other guests) he’s pretty much walked in and fell on the couch thank god he was fully dressed! The common room soon fils up with all our guests getting their breakfast, in walks Ol mate “what the fuck happened last night” I can’t help but crack up laughing, he comes over with his special coffee pot/cup and says “I ended up at the beach with a couple of fellas from downstairs and two Cheq chicks” “but I don’t know what happened from there ” I thought to myself god I do not want to know! But I do want to know “why you were fully capable of driving yourself here but are not able to drive yourself to Picton then onto your gig?” he says “I got pulled over yesterday in Mot, I punched the cop in the face and drove off, then got caught again” they took my license off me as I have a medical condition and am disqualified from driving” Again I just laugh is this guy even for real?
One of the boys staying heads over to where he is sitting and they start chatting, next thing he’s asking to book another night and him and the young guy leaves in Ol mates car (with our other guest driving) by this point I’m not sure if I should be worried about this other guy or what? They turn up that evening with Ol mates ex wife, she comes in and pays for his second night, he found his driver “our other guest” who has a motorbike which Ol mate will drive while the young fella drives his car (such an odd situation)!
Next morning he’s up, singing and telling stories, says some very inoppropriate things so some female guests, tells my cleaning girls that he didnt sleep in the blankets but watch to out because he farted numerous times in the room! packed up the car and him and our young guest where off.
We stayed in contact with them and sure enough the young fella got his payment, Ol mate got to his gig and everything worked out as he said it would, I was suprised to say the least. Then about 3 weeks later Ol mate shows up again, by this stage we had the whole hostel privately booked out, he pulls into the driveway and I say to Sean “your mates here” Sean replies “what mate” and heads down to see who it is, he yells at Sean “I need a room for a bit im back staying in Nelson while I get some shit sorted, Im going to take over kiwibank” Sean “sorry mate we fully booked” he winds his arm and fist pumps the air while shouting out BooMMffaa thats no good, tells Sean he is about his plan to take over all the banks and will be back in July (we are yet to see him). LOL
Very random wee story but anyone that reads this and was here at the time will know exctaly who I am talking about, anyone who reads this and was not here will probably think its a load of rubbish but its just a story of a real life hard case who spent a few nights at Lamb.
