Yesterday,I saw something that reminded me of the goog ol',BAD ol' days at the Willian C. Macket Memorial YMCA.
A female comes in and goes past the desk. The clerk, Richard is too "busy" to ask to see a key. A male follows. The clerk is too "busy to ask to see a key.
The female goes to the elevator and has a conversation with Big Bad Bob, the security guy. Evidently, Bob has knowledge that she is a resident.
Meantime, the guy ducks into the bathroom. When I enter the bathroom, the guy is standing there, "passing time". When he sees me, he exits the bathroom and goes to the elevator too. I guess, Bob also has knowledge that the guy that was hanging out in the bathroom, is also a resident.
When I inform Bob that the guy was loitering in the bathroom, he tells me that I should follow him and see where he goes. This is after the guy has gotten on the 1 elevator. I think Bob needs help with his duties, not to mention the clerks.
The clerks seem challenged to talk on the phone and pay attention to people proceeding past their station toward the residents elevator. This also brings back memories of clerks behavior that facilitates probable deniability - head bowed, back turned, engaged in mind clouding conversation with another person, or just catching a few Z's.
I'm waiting to report the fiasco, I witnessed with a guy teaching "Roman Dancing" in one of the rooms. Ladies making the same "dance" moves, over and over. Doing as much talking as "dancing".
This guy even had a studio on Kapiolani after building his clientele at the YMcA. I wonder where he is teaching "Roman Dancing" now.
Ever heard of such a thing? "Roman Dancing?"
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