My apologies for the unoriginal title, friends. I know I’ve said it before – and I’ll say it again, count on it – but it bears mentioning frequently.
JOE: (A senior valet driver whose youthful exuberance is refreshing.) Look what I found outside on the valet deck, Robert!
The receipt was from an establishment that caters to lovers who are serious about their vocation. In other words, it was a receipt from a sex shop.
JOE: (Giggling like a school girl.) You read it? It’s for “ANAL STARTER”! What is that exactly?
ME: Well, in my experience, Joe, it’s a ridiculously expensive bottle of wine. That, and an empty promise like, “I swear it won’t hurt much, honey.”
Joe pondered my explanation for a long moment and then burst out laughing. As did the three valet drivers at the desk across from mine. And the five guests who happened to be fortunate enough to be approaching my desk at that educational moment.
And that’s how my day started. Who knows where it will go from here?
See you in the lobby, kids…