KC Teacher's Convention--Hotel Room Quotes for the Day
Betty (to Janice, as we were getting ready for the day): Janice, I thought you said you didn't snore.
Janice, mildly defensive: Well, I guess I don't know for sure. . . . I don't think I do. . . . but I guess I'd be the last to know. . . . I heard someone in your bed last night. . . . but I think it was Miriam.
Miriam: I woke myself when I made a strange gurgling sound in my throat, and right after I woke up, Betty poked me to make me stop.
Betty: I tried to pat, not poke.
Betty: By the way, Janice, I didn't hear you snore.
Around 9:30 p. m.:
Unidentified caller: This is room service, and we've gotten a complaint about the noise in your room.
Me: Yes Melody. We'll notify the people that were in the room when we were playing "talk your head off."
Click.
Me: Someone called and said there was a complaint about us being too loud. I think it was Melody.
Janice: Let's call the girls in the other room and tell them there was a complaint. . . . Hello, Susan. We heard there was a complaint about the noise in our room when you were over here. What do you think we should do? Do you think we should go down to the front desk and apologize or something? Why don't we come to your room and talk it over and decide for sure what to do.
Lenora, Susan, Dorothy, and Tina (a minute later, in their own room): Are you serious? That's so embarrassing. So, do you really think it was someone from the hotel calling?
Janice (no longer able to keep a straight face): No. It was Melody.
Susan (laughing now, along with everyone else): It wasn't Melody. It was me calling when Miriam answered. I called your room with a towel over the receiver.
Janice: That means Melody doesn't know anything about this yet, so we still need to call her and see if she wants to go down to the front desk to make an apology.
Melody was in the shower. When she returned the call, she was unmoved by the appeal to her conscience, and did not agree to get dressed and go five stories down to the lobby to apologize. Poor Janice. Thwarted again.
Those students we left behind. . .They've got a big job on hand--helping their teachers develop an appropriately sensitive conscience.
And someone should tell Susan what room service really does.
At least we teachers were vigilant about proper grammar, and faithfully corrected each other as needed. I'm pleased to report that there was no abdication of duty in that department.
Janice, mildly defensive: Well, I guess I don't know for sure. . . . I don't think I do. . . . but I guess I'd be the last to know. . . . I heard someone in your bed last night. . . . but I think it was Miriam.
Miriam: I woke myself when I made a strange gurgling sound in my throat, and right after I woke up, Betty poked me to make me stop.
Betty: I tried to pat, not poke.
Betty: By the way, Janice, I didn't hear you snore.
Around 9:30 p. m.:
Unidentified caller: This is room service, and we've gotten a complaint about the noise in your room.
Me: Yes Melody. We'll notify the people that were in the room when we were playing "talk your head off."
Click.
Me: Someone called and said there was a complaint about us being too loud. I think it was Melody.
Janice: Let's call the girls in the other room and tell them there was a complaint. . . . Hello, Susan. We heard there was a complaint about the noise in our room when you were over here. What do you think we should do? Do you think we should go down to the front desk and apologize or something? Why don't we come to your room and talk it over and decide for sure what to do.
Lenora, Susan, Dorothy, and Tina (a minute later, in their own room): Are you serious? That's so embarrassing. So, do you really think it was someone from the hotel calling?
Janice (no longer able to keep a straight face): No. It was Melody.
Susan (laughing now, along with everyone else): It wasn't Melody. It was me calling when Miriam answered. I called your room with a towel over the receiver.
Janice: That means Melody doesn't know anything about this yet, so we still need to call her and see if she wants to go down to the front desk to make an apology.
Melody was in the shower. When she returned the call, she was unmoved by the appeal to her conscience, and did not agree to get dressed and go five stories down to the lobby to apologize. Poor Janice. Thwarted again.
Those students we left behind. . .They've got a big job on hand--helping their teachers develop an appropriately sensitive conscience.
And someone should tell Susan what room service really does.
At least we teachers were vigilant about proper grammar, and faithfully corrected each other as needed. I'm pleased to report that there was no abdication of duty in that department.
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