Journals of a Hotel Manager

Things happen on an island with great timing.  A coconut will choose to fall just when a person passes underneath to either scare the hell out of him or render him unconscious, depending on how fast that person walks.  However, when the barge with our much anticipated supplies of toilet paper, ink cartridges, cement and a rare box of sirloin arrives, the tide chooses to be the lowest in months.  The barge runs aground in the channel.  It sits like a beached whale awaiting the rising of the tide.  I had to dispatch a dive master who is a good swimmer to rescue the sirloin.  The cement and toilet paper can roast in the sun.

Our HR director went on an R&R over the weekend.  The office was unmanned.  Upon his return he was shocked to find a voice mail informing us of a bomb to be detonated at 11am.  The voice was menacing.  The culprit unknown.  The threat sounded real.  The only problem was that the message was 3 days old.

My question is: is this a coconut about to fall at any moment or the tide which will eventually rise?

Luckily the island is small and a search for a bomb turned up empty.  Let’s hope for the best.  Most of the time the coconut misses.