As a writer, I am deep, going to those places of those questions that are usually avoided. But umm…well…
I have this quality about me, when I laugh, I cry. Easy for me to laugh until I cry. I pretty much just have to giggle slightly and I have tears streaming down my face. Well, that happened.
On vacation, at a hotel, and the front desk got this call from one of their rooms…not saying it was our room…just A room.
“Hello, front desk. How can I help you?”
“Our AC is not cooling the room.”
“So sorry, we will send someone up.”
Kind AC man fixed it in under three minutes and then turned and inquired, “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“Yes, my wife would like a blanket please.”
The things James…I mean, the husband in THAT room does for his wife!
Yep, right after asking for our AC to be fixed, he asked for a blanket for me…I can’t sleep without a blanket. …and I cry when I laugh. …and now they think the people in THAT room are crazy!