Tuesday, 8 September 2009
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Today, I got an email from Rita from Reservations asking to send through our completed Group Form. (it is basically an indenity form that one of the group members has to complete so that at least one individual will take responsibility for the bill).
I faxed through the completed form with haste so as not to delay our booking reservation. This form had a section to complete your "group name". Without thinking I completed "H.K.G.K".
Resort Rita received my fax and almost immediately emailed me back saying she'd spoken to the Resort Manager and he needed to know what "H.K.G.K" (our group name) stands for. I wondered why on earth they'd need this information? I mean we aren't a bunch of international spies who are smuggling in high calibre weapons ready to cock our guns at every man, woman or beast staying at the resort. We are just a loud bunch of regular goofballs who get together and go on camping trips and tours.
So, I first asked Resort Rita why she needed this information and told her we are just a bunch of family and friends that get together and often visit the resort. After stalling her for a bit, I eventually I told her the initials stood for "Hier Kom Gauteng Kampers".
I suspect she may have thought we were some feisty church group wanting to preach the gospel to innocent fellow campers or something equally ridiculous.
Who knows what Resort Rita thought?
I can actually imagine Resort Rita in her short tight black pencil skirt, patent leather 6 inch stilletoes and tight crisp white blouse. Her hair in a tight bun, tiny reading glasses perched on the tip on her nose, pointing her finger in ny general directlion.
She'd, no doubt, force me to wear one of their "soopa trendy" kakhi "This Resort Rocks" T-shirts for the entire weekend and make me ingest a potion that ensures my pee turns purple if I relieve myself in the communial swimming pool.
(Wait a minute.... perhaps I watch too many dominatrix porn movies and thats one of my secret fantasy....erm EPIC FAIL!!!). Just joking...I think.
In conclusion, our camping trip is on like Donkey Kong and I'm still very afraid of Resort Rita...any takers on checking in when we get there?