My
illusions of appearing in court for anything more exciting than a speeding
ticket came to an abrupt halt. I conveniently "happened" to end up on the
elevator with the couple in question a couple of hours later when I heard him
ask her if she was ready to leave. I grabbed my key, purse and briefcase
and walked quickly down the hall to make sure we would ride down together.
Imagine my disappoint when I came to find out that what they had been arguing
about was which suit he was going to wear to their important dinner meeting
that night. It seems the cold war had ended and they were now on their
best behavior.
When there is less
going on in the room next door than in mine, I know I'm in trouble.
Imagine the look on their faces when they discovered I was both their next-door
neighbor in the hotel and their client. Let's just say I think we were
even.
Now, if you'll excuse
me, I have to get down to the lobby to check out and make sure that I
straighten out my bill and pay for that (excellent!) club sandwich before I
have to meet them again for breakfast.
It's not easy being
me.
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