Maybe in boxing there’s a girl who rings a bell. But checking into a hotel, one always asks for the bell boy or the bell man. One never asks for the bell girl.
We got the bell girl.
To start off our last family vacation we were both stupefied when a “bell girl” showed up to carry our luggage to our room. Said bell girl was about 22, maybe 130 pounds, and close to six feet tall. A waif, if you will.
On what planet would my husband sit around and let a skinny scrawny girl carry his family’s luggage? Maybe every man who checks into the hotel should simply leave his nut sack as well as his AMEX?
Blah blah blah, feminism, equal rights, fine. But no bell girls.