André the Giant Twin

I watched the Princes Bride the other night. That is a great movie that I could watch a million times and never get sick of it. I am a dork...because lately after I watch a movie I will then watch it with the commentary on the next time. And so I did that with the Princess Bride. I like the fun little things they tell you in the commentary. Anyway, I was listening to Rob Reiner talk about André the Giant and it gave me memories of something from my past.

When I was young and in college, I worked 3 jobs and went to school full time for one semester (next semester cut back and only worked one job and got a loan to pay for the rest of school). I worked as a clerk in a baby store, a hotel desk clerk, and a waitress. I worked during the summer before as a maid in the hotel and the general manager and his wife who worked there too liked me so they asked me if I would like a job at the front desk. I said yes right away - being a maid is hard work. They had a hotel that was comparable to Quality or Comfort Inn. I enjoyed the work for the most part as I was able to study on week nights when it was slow. After a while the owners ended up buying a motel out by the truck stops too. It had been a Budget Inn. Anyway, they were having problems finding someone to work out there. And so they asked me. Really it was close to where I lived because it was off the interstate so it was just a jump on the interstate and 3 exits and I was there. I told them I would try it out. I was a little nervous about being so far out there. Although it was close to home by interstate really the motel it self was set kind of away from the other things in the area of the truck stop.

And it was a sleazy motel. I mean it was clean but it was obviously been around for quite some time so worn with age. It was geared towards those that wanted cheap clean room. People staying at the motel were mostly truckers. It once had a bar but there were too many fights so they closed that down. They had a little grocery area with chips, deodorant, toothbrushes, books, magazines and such. They sold dirty magazines and they also...rented porn movies. This was all in the lobby and so anything they bought they had to come pay for at the front desk. The porn movies were a hit with the truck drivers, but it had an umm a side affect of sorts for me. I got hit on ALL the time.

They would watch one porn, come back turn that one in, then rent another one and proceed to hit on me in between the movies. Heck it should have been obvious to me that would happen but really the first time it happened....I was stunned. They just watched a porn, got turned on, here is a girl behind the desk ready to rent them another one....she is not bad to look at...long hair, blue eyes, fairly chesty...so of course they need to "believe" she will have sex if they ask. Some of the comments and remarks were more graphic then suggestive. I had a few that would call down to the front desk while they watched a porn and hit on me - begging me come down and have sex with them. I had some call the front desk and breath hard and grunt as they orgasmed.

I discussed many times with my boss that I couldn't do it anymore. It was never flattering. It usually just annoyed me or at times made me nervous. Because some did get overly graphic and assertive.

Okay so what does this have to do with the Princess Bride and André the Giant, I am sure you are asking. One of the truckers that stayed at the hotel was a guy that not only looked like André the Giant in the face but was as big as him. The first time I met him, my bosses wife was working the front counter. My shift was going to start in about 15 minutes. And this huge man comes in and she introduces me and he is totally sweet and nice to her. But I felt like something was off and it had nothing to do with his size. I just felt like it was facade the being sweet and nice. He immediately made a comment to me about how pretty I was...and he was going to look forward to checking in now with me here. The way he said it gave me shivers down my back.

He was a regular customer. Every week he came in. He would chat with me. The twin would come in and lean over the counter - and because he was as big as André the Giant so he would be right on top of me. I would have to back up and there wasn't a lot room behind the counter. He would be a few inches from my face. He would often grab my hand or wrist when I tried to move down the counter away from him. He was very direct in telling me he wanted me to have sex with me. He was graphic in detail of how and what "we" would do together. He scared me. I just never felt right. It wasn't flattering.

What I never understood is why he never just laid off the comments, grabbing me, and such. He never crossed the line of....sexually grabbing me or anything like that but he was very graphic and still grabbed my wrist or hand. Maybe he could sense I was uncomfortable...maybe he thought I would give in....I don't know. I do know that he made me uncomfortable enough that I found a new job.