Back in the Lodge, Porter is looking harassed. It is becoming a regular look for him and, as one responsible for his welfare at work, I am sorry for that. But what’s a girl to do? Harassing stuff just keeps happening.
To be fair to the old chap, not only does he have a small gathering of dissatisfied conference delegates crowding around the front desk, but a gaggle of Japanese tourists are photographing his every move. The more he tries to indicate for them to leave the Lodge, the more excitable they become. I see Head Porter in his office getting increasingly irritated by the commotion. He is doing that thing where he rearranges his spectacles at infinitesimally small intervals along the bridge of his nose. Experience tells me that any minute now he will slam down his pen and… There we go!
Head Porter marches out of his office…
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