Halloween 2014 was a major blow-out, both personally (VampireLover informed me we received four trick-or-treaters this year) and professionally. (My gratuities were truly scary, kids.)
The Halloween from Hell fell on a Friday and Saturday was equally dismal at the hotel, so I wasn’t expecting much from this morning’s check-out crowd.
And they did not disappoint. Or rather, they did. But I was expecting that, so it’s okay, I guess. I mean, not really, but…
For those of you still with us, I’m going to move onto the entertaining portion of this post.
Some of my eagle-eyed followers (I’m speaking to you, Ann), will recall this tweet:
I just encountered the kitty in question and let me tell you, kiddies, she was definitely the cat who got the cream – and then some!
USED KITTY: Pardon me, sweetie, but do you know what day it is? I’m pretty messed up!
ME: No problem, miss, it’s Sunday. Lose a day, did you? And your clothes?
Yep, she was still in her ratty kitty cat costume. Her make-up was caked on her weathered face and her black hair looked like something an actual feline coughed up. She was a sight, for certain.
UK: (In a giggly, whisperd voice.) Nah, I had this on when I checked in with my boyfriends! I haven’t left the room in two days!
ME: Yeah, I can see your tail is a little worse for the wear.
UK: (Reaching into her oversized purse and producing a crumpled tail.) How did you know my tail was messed up?
ME: That’s not the tail I was referring to, miss.
UK: (After pondering my statement for a moment.) Oh, you! You’re a sharp one, Mr. Bellguy!
ME: Call me The Hook. Everyone else does.
UK: You’re HILARIOUS, Hook! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to vomit.
ME: No problem, go cough up a hairball and we’ll see each other later.
UK: (After nearly doubling over with laughter.) YOU’RE HILARIOUS!
And that’s all I have for today, kids. Happy Sunday, everyone.