The Butler Did It

So last nite I was at work vacuuming the hallways, wondering if I should bake some cookies before I get interrupted with running shuttles. Suddenly out of nowhere came a thought I'd never thought I'd think. Well, I had thought of some of these. See at the hotel you have a bunch of ingrates who don't appreciate the effort that people put forth to keep the facilities clean. You vacuum and they drag in dirt. Clean the windows and two minutes later theres finger prints. Give them toilet paper and shortly there after you're unclogging a toilet. Surely these people cant be this way at home.

Thats when it hit me. They aren't. So why not become a butler. Many of the jobs I have had cover the duties of a butler, so why not do the work for someone, somewhere who will appreciate it? So I came home a googled "become a butler". Well, seems as tho people take this concept a little more seriously than myself. Schools with classes about table settings, menu preparation, how to open a bottle of champagne! But I haven't given up the idea. There must be plenty of wealthy families that could uses some English speaking domestic help that isn't as stuffy as Mr. French. Think of how many couples are to busy to have children, let a lone clean, cut the grass, take the clothes to the cleaners, etc... And the funniest part of all is the thought of me living in Bel Air, possibly in the guest house at the old 10050 Cielo Dr location.

Imagine me behind the wheel of a Bentley or Roller. "Mr. Polanski, would you mind if I picked up this hitch hiker?"