So it seems Flappy has to come around once a year to annoy my little rhyming rear. Well she annoys Pat, but just hearing of it annoys the cat. Damn woman never shuts the hell up. I'd rather take a butt sniffing pup. At least I could swat them and not get into trouble. If you ever hear her, get out of there on the double.
"Hi, long time no talk. I wanted to book a room for a night. My group has a special meeting coming up. I want to book a room for the night."
Yes, she repeats like a broken record day or night. The dingbat just needs to take a one way mission to Mars flight.
"What? You don't do that anymore? But I need to book a room for the night. We have a special group meeting and I need to book a room for the night."
Ever deal with such a nitwit? Can you believe she isn't a two year old having a fit? More like sixty or so with enough make up on to make a car glow.
"But can't you still book a room? I need to book a room. Just one night is all I need. I really need to book a room. We have a special meeting coming up. I need to book a room."
A flat no and away she still will go. Pat, thought about saying yes and then saying got you or something. But then she'd never stop her ring.
"But I need to book a room. Can you go see if the room is open? I need to book a room. I can check back later. I really need to book a room."
Nope, cannibals have the room. They would bring you doom and gloom. Hey, it was the first thing that popped in. Yeah, I really said cannibals at my bin.
"I don't appreciate your tone. I really need to book a room and you are mocking me. I really need that room. But if you don't want to get it for me, I'll go find another room."
Fine by me, Pat said with glee. He then heard a huff and puff on the phone and expected a dial tone.
"I really need to book that room. Are you sure you can't book that room? It is just for one...."
And Pat went click. Shoved the phone down some slick. At least she wasted a few minutes of the work day. The only positive thing that came his way. Do these people ever take a hint? Maybe their brain is shaded in some sort of dufus tint? The cat is glad she never gives him sass or he wouldn't be such a nice little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.