Thursday, July 8, 2010

Florida Hotel Memory

Time: Night. Dark. Late dark.

Noise: Loud noise. Boy noise.

I wake up and stagger around to find the phone, finally figuring out that you had to dial 88 for the front desk (seriously? 88?).

Front Desk: Good morning, how may I help you?

Me: There are people talking. Behind my head. Close to the elevator. And they're loud.

FD: Yes.

Me: Not angry loud, more like happy loud, but I'd rather they not be.

FD: Absolutely. I'll send security right up.

I'm glad I knew he said "Good Morning," because it was still dark so it must've been at least after midnight. It would've been terrible if it were only 10:35. After all, we did go to bed before 10!

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