Me: Front desk, this is Mary.
Him: Yeah. I'm in room ***. If I come in and pay for an extra night, we may have a problem.
Me: Okay. . .
Him: I'm got - um - there's no tactful way to do this.
Me: *Thinking of all the horribly nasty things he could possibly say next.*
Him: I have very sensitive material in here that I have to leave here while I'm working. I don't want anyone in here.
Me: *Thinking subject line, a few other things* Um, okay. I can just tell the housekeepers you don't want service.
Him: And they'll stay out?
Me: Uh huh *thinking: aside from checking to make sure you've not got anyone tied to the bed or something, that is*
Him: Okay, great.
*Click*
Why do all the freaky people turn out for my shifts?
FYI: I cannot respond to IJ comments from my cell for some reason . . . that's why I rarely ever comment here, because I still don't have internet at home.
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