Funyuns on the high sea

the pool like most is a story book Mediterranean blue. when ever I wander by it's inviting chlorine stench I have an almost overwhelming urge to lock my knees and fall to the bottom like a quarter down a wishing well.
at the time however I wasn't fantasising about impromptu swimming. instead I was violently shaking the vending machine in an attempt to shake free the funyuns I had purchased.
 I shook it once, then twice, then on the third a cacophony resounded. at first I though I had shook it just a little too hard and caused some bizarre chain reaction, but the noised had resounded from beyond the Mediterranean. Two rounds of shattering glass and two wet thuds. I jogged around the pool and back to the front.
       when I opened the door leading to the front desk I was greeted by the foul stench of rotten bamboo roots, a smell that lingers lovingly on the edge between vomit and spoilt milk, and my boots crunched glass and rocks.
       To really understand this next part I will have to take you back. it was two hours before this, a group of women and children had come in. they were so affable, good will seemed to ooze out of them. so much so that I could hardly see a woman who stood behind them emoting an aura of a cocky disobedient teenager. It's from that moment forward she managed to pull the wool over. I fell for it, I assumed she mus be some obnoxious relative.
       later I asked the guests she had stood with about her. the girl had been muttering to herself. "I'm going to make it look like I'm with these people." so when I passed her in the mangled hallway and she told me "it was some chink girl, she went that way" I bought it. the only reason I ever caught on was because a guest pointed her out.
       I had instinctively picked up some rock and glass when I first came in. It was my first priority not to let some poor fool impale their foot. so when I advanced on my suspect and was intercepted  by her boyfriend I still clutched them awkwardly. the boyfriend offered me twenty dollars and a back handed apology. I cleared the debris from my left hand and took the money.

AFTERWARD
       later, when the ground was swept and vacuumed and I juggled several guests and the phone, my manger called from his office
        "are you busy?" he says
        "yes actually" says I
         "well , uh. well look at this, the surveillance monitor"
        "uh huh"
        "there! that girl there, do you see her?"
        "uh huh" then to the guest "your room number is there, and just down the hall and to the right"
         "watch her now" he was somehow controlling the monitor I was looking at. I leaned far back, the phone cord stretched. one guest leaned over the counter to get a better look. as the tape was rewound and played several times in succession. the girl grabbed the plant at the top. swung it downward, off the table smashing the planter against the pool door, then with the reduced weight swung it back up and decimated the wall sconce and light bulb it hid.