Crowd control time—you gently redirect your spa guest away form public areas.
Someone winks, “Ooh, bossy… I like that.”
You mop their wet footprints before OSHA collapses the whole hotel.
A woman pauses mid-walk: “Careful, you’re making the floor hotter than the sauna.”
Another one laughs, “If I slip, you’re catching me, right? Right?”
You grip the mop like a knight gripping his last hope.
