I checked into the hotel at about 10:30 last night and there was a new guy at the desk. I must admit I've been a bit spoiled being recognized as I walk in and having the check-in half done before I even get to the desk. I even had to show my photo ID this time... Why do you care? You probably don't, but if I don't set the stage then what happened when I called the front desk this morning won't have the same impact...
Me: "Can you please send down an ironing board?"
New Guy: "Certainly, I'll send one right away." and he hangs up, I think it's settled and return to my morning routine (mostly email, with a little Facebook thrown in). Had this been the usual front desk staff, the story would've ended here. But no...
45 seconds later, New Guy calls back, "Did you check in the closet?"
Me: "Did I what??"
NG: "Did you check in the closet for the ironing board?" I heard you the first time, I just wanted to make sure you really thought I was that dumb.
Me: "Yes. I checked in the closet for the ironing board." This isn't my first trip to the circus, Skippy. I've stayed in my fair share of hotel rooms. Know what they ALL have had in common so far? The frikkin ironing board has been in the frikkin closet! Now I'm curious to know where you think I was looking. If Rhys had been looking, the ironing board could've been in the middle of the room wearing a pink tutu doing Lord of the Dance and he would've missed it. Granted, I can't always find what Dawn sends me into the pantry to retrieve, but I am very confident in my ability to find an ironing board in a hotel room.
When he came to the door with the ironing board, he was trying to inconspicuously scan the room to see if I had already found the elusive board which should've already been in my room. He's lucky I didn't smack him with the board he dropped off...
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