Some lady left two voicemails on my work phone on Saturday. She wants to reserve a handicapped room for a wedding. I don't work at a hotel. I'm not sure how my voicemail greeting would have given her that impression.
Also, a chocolate covered strawberry and another made to look like a rose laying on my desk when i got here this morning. WTF. One is wrapped, on is open.
Dear ‘93:
Please reserve the room as requested, and bring more chocolate covered strawberries... lots of them.
Signed,
Camille the Wheel
