A True Tale.
The young lady was walking towards the Milestone Hotel in Kensington High Street. Walking slowly, with a look of dread on her face. Whatever was she going to say?
She was not accustomed to staying in such hotels. The week had flown by with her training course with a national prestigious company, and now she was to have the weekend off to return home. It was only the second time she had been to London. The first time, she had stayed in a hostel which was adapted from the previous air raid shelters during the war. This was with her Methodist friends and colleagues whilst attending a conference at the Albert Hall.
This job was very important to her and she was surprised and delighted when chosen from the many applicants. Now her credibility was at stake. The money she had brought had almost gone. She was not accustomed to having an expense account.
In fact, she had no bank account or cheque book at that time only an insurance policy, which she took out when starting her first job after leaving school at 15. This was as a junior clerk at a local mill. Although her wage and expenses would be waiting for her when she got home the next day she knew it was unlikely she could pay her hotel bill!
As she got nearer to the hotel there was a large shop front doorway and she was standing in the alcove just delaying the inevitable moment of shame and embarrassment. She was now thinking how silly she had been spending her money on the new outfit she bought for the interview.
As she was standing there, a lady passed by who, moments later, said, “Are you alright?” For some strange reason she felt she could tell this lady about her dilemma. After she had explained about not wanting to appear inefficient and damage her chances with this wonderful new job, the lady said,”Don’t worry, I will help you to sort it out.” For some strange reason, the woman seemed to understand. She said, “I will go to the hotel with you and, if necessary, pay your bill. You can send it back to me when you get home!”
Joy Endean ©️2017