“You’re Crazy, Babe!”: I Witnessed a Full-Blown Divorce Unfold at My Hotel Front Desk
If you think working the front desk at a hotel is all about smiling, handing out key cards, and telling people where the ice machine is, think again. Sometimes, you get more drama than a telenovela marathon—served piping hot right in the lobby. I always thought the wildest thing I’d see was a guest sneaking their dog inside a suitcase. But then, one ordinary shift turned into the most jaw-dropping episode of “Marriage Meltdown: Hotel Edition” I could have ever imagined.
Let me set the scene: coffee in hand, early check-in requests rolling in, and my mental bingo card ready for the usual antics. Divorce, however, was not on that card… until today.