I used to work as a receptionist assigned to VIP guests in a 5-star hotel in my early 20s. Because the hotel had a very high occupancy rate from Japanese tourists, the hotel customarily assigned a Japanese guests relations officer along with a local receptionist at the VIP check in counter.
One otherwise ordinary day I was on duty with Asako, who I would be quick to describe as a living, Japanese doll. Asako was beautiful in an atypically Japanese way. She had fine, perfectly bronze skin (no, not pale white) and those big, perfectly round, anime eyes (no, not almond shaped) rimmed with impossibly long and curly lashes. Whenever Japanese guests would look for her, all they needed to do was widen their eyes, wiggle their fingers on top of their eyes and everybody would know they were looking for beautiful Asako.
Anyhow, there came an English speaking guest to our table asking us directions to the lift. As I was busy on the computer the guest addressed Asako, who in her halting & limited English, tried as best as she could to give the needed directions. I could hear she was having trouble, but as I looked up my vision snagged on those beautiful, brown anime eyes and those loooooong, luscious lashes of hers that I just sat there mesmerized.
And no, I did not fall in love with Asako at that moment but those damned lashes just made me stare! And on and on she struggled with the English directions while I, totally forgetting about my own role in this customer service scenario, continued to stare.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the guest walked away, leaving behind an exhausted and flustered Asako. She excused herself to go to the ladies room and from then onwards never talked to me again.
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This is in response to the Daily Prompt question:
Tell us about a time when you should have helped someone… but didn’t.