Never be afraid to get dirty, but be sufficiently sure-footed to avoid the abyss of contamination.

Late Arrival

I walk up to the desk. I recognize the name on her badge, and when I introduce myself, she responds, “Oh, you’re the late arrival!”

“Yeah, I guess I’m even later than expected,” I laugh. “So, do I have to check out in ten minutes?” I ask half-jokingly as she hands me the card key.

“No, no,” she says. “You’ve got a good couple hours.” I thank her and make my way upstairs to the room, and from a reclining position, try to figure out my plan for today.

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2 responses

  1. Rich

    Massage parlour?

    June 3, 2010 at 7:00 pm

  2. K

    LOL!

    Actually, it was my shortest hotel stay ever.

    June 5, 2010 at 7:33 am

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