"Ma'am, we think we have your calendar." (It was a Southern hotel.) (Yes, I now book that hotel every time I visit the area.)
"My calendar?" Pause. "Oh, MY PLANNER! OH MY GOD. HOW COULD I FORGET IT?!?" (Yes, I was all flustered and shouty.)
They offered to mail it.
My husband offered that mailing it instead of driving an extra two hours was a good idea.
I offered that he could walk his butt home if he wasn't willing to turn around IMMEDIATELY and pick up my planner.
I won that argument.
Right now, go do this (but without the blue ink pens and with your contact information). Don't write your address for your own security, but leave good contact information and make sure you write "If found, return for REWARD" nice and big.
Don't worry about my husband. I'll forgive him. Someday. Probably.
Etcetera.
1 comment:
So funny! Yeah, I would have reacted the same exact way only I would not have had to threaten my Hubby. Leaves me wondering if he would have suggested it because he knows I might threaten....Not really, my Hubby is just that kind of guy. He's turned around for less. lol This did give me an idea though. There is no contact information in my planner - on purpose - and perhaps there should be. Thanks. Donna
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