Proof That WE Live In The TZ…
It all started back when we first moved to Calgary. Mrs. That Dan Guy and I were staying in a suite until our house purchase closed, unaware of Rod Serling’s impending involvement in our lives.
One day after returning from running around, we found a small pink face cloth in the bathroom (restroom). This little cloth blighter inexplicably stayed with us for the rest of our term in that unit.
Then, and I may be missing one incidence here, but we went to Las Vegas, where certain smart-arse family members (ahem…) had a pink face cloth delivered to our room. I don’t think we can include that legitimately in our occurrences of appearance, although one could hardly dispute that a towel is a towel, however it happened upon us.
Incidentally, that particular towel, as well as the rest of the contents of the accompanying swag delivered to our room, was subjected to a Department Of Homeland Security search. I can only imagine what went through the mind of the poor officer that day, as he looked at that sad little face cloth, and wondered how it came to be delivered that day. Along with salt water taffy, a green plastic hat with playing cards adhered to the crest, and other assorted paraphernalia. This, dear readers, is indeed typical, in the Such Is Life experience…
Moving forward, when we were in San Francisco, towards the end of last year, on the second day of our stay we returned from break fast to find in our room – A PINK FACE CLOTH!!! Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo…
This face cloth, despite our every effort to the contrary, remained in our room the entire stay. It was even cleaned occasionally, then returned, and placed in a place of prominence in our bathroom (restroom). It became a bit of a game, leaving it around for housekeeping to pick up and remove, but apparently in The Twilight Zone, linens are permanent. Too bad decent coffee and cushy pillows didn’t make the list.
On our last day, we lingered over coffee before checking out, and had one last laugh together, as we bid farewell to the mysterious pink face cloth. We departed for Reno, in an entirely different state.
Once we arrived at our hotel and checked in, we took an elevator up to our room. As we were walking down the long hallway to our room, we noticed what seemed (from a distance), to be packaging, or garbage laying in the hallway, way down the corridor we were walking along.
The picture above is what we stumbled upon once we reached our room. Our room! With a face cloth lying in the hall, right outside our door!!!!!!!!
How is this even possible, you may well ask? Welcome, to our world…
Chow for now!!
It all started back when we first moved to Calgary. Mrs. That Dan Guy and I were staying in a suite until our house purchase closed, unaware of Rod Serling’s impending involvement in our lives.
One day after returning from running around, we found a small pink face cloth in the bathroom (restroom). This little cloth blighter inexplicably stayed with us for the rest of our term in that unit.
Then, and I may be missing one incidence here, but we went to Las Vegas, where certain smart-arse family members (ahem…) had a pink face cloth delivered to our room. I don’t think we can include that legitimately in our occurrences of appearance, although one could hardly dispute that a towel is a towel, however it happened upon us.
Incidentally, that particular towel, as well as the rest of the contents of the accompanying swag delivered to our room, was subjected to a Department Of Homeland Security search. I can only imagine what went through the mind of the poor officer that day, as he looked at that sad little face cloth, and wondered how it came to be delivered that day. Along with salt water taffy, a green plastic hat with playing cards adhered to the crest, and other assorted paraphernalia. This, dear readers, is indeed typical, in the Such Is Life experience…
Moving forward, when we were in San Francisco, towards the end of last year, on the second day of our stay we returned from break fast to find in our room – A PINK FACE CLOTH!!! Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo…
This face cloth, despite our every effort to the contrary, remained in our room the entire stay. It was even cleaned occasionally, then returned, and placed in a place of prominence in our bathroom (restroom). It became a bit of a game, leaving it around for housekeeping to pick up and remove, but apparently in The Twilight Zone, linens are permanent. Too bad decent coffee and cushy pillows didn’t make the list.
On our last day, we lingered over coffee before checking out, and had one last laugh together, as we bid farewell to the mysterious pink face cloth. We departed for Reno, in an entirely different state.
Once we arrived at our hotel and checked in, we took an elevator up to our room. As we were walking down the long hallway to our room, we noticed what seemed (from a distance), to be packaging, or garbage laying in the hallway, way down the corridor we were walking along.
The picture above is what we stumbled upon once we reached our room. Our room! With a face cloth lying in the hall, right outside our door!!!!!!!!
How is this even possible, you may well ask? Welcome, to our world…
Chow for now!!
5 comments:
It's a mac sign.
... the ghost from Christmas Mac
a dusty Mac??
You know, I thought I heard chains rattling the first night in our room...
Uh, those "chains rattling" you thought you heard was only your snoring!
Mac Who? I have no idea what either of you are talking about!
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