Bad Connection

Stephen and I recently took a trip with a dear friend. At the end of a long day of socializing, we all retired to our respective hotel rooms. Parting company for the evening, Linda asked if we would give her a quick wake-up call the next morning. Our response – of course.

Before going to bed, I tried connecting to the hotel’s wi-fi. After several unsuccessful attempts, Stephen called the front desk for the correct password. When he picked up the hotel phone it was dead so he used his cell instead.

Finally getting online, it hit me. Our room phone was dead – we wouldn’t be able to give Linda her wake-up call. Since I was already in my night shirt, I asked Stephen to go next door to tell Linda we couldn’t call her in the morning. Because it was late and we didn’t know if she would be in bed, Stephen didn’t want to knock on her door. Instead, he called her room on his cell phone. CALLED…HER…ROOM to tell her we couldn’t call her to provide a wake-up call. When I realized we were calling her to tell her we couldn’t call her, I told Stephen to hang up – quick. We confessed the next morning and all got a good laugh.

Clearly there was a bad connection, only this one happened to be in my brain.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

This phone has a bad connection, too

Don’t Feed The Animals

During the last night of a Florida vacation, Stephen and I had dinner outside by the pool of our hotel – our last chance to experience a warm evening outdoors.

When our food arrived, we were surprised to find we had dinner guests. Three little ducks came by our table begging for food.

I don’t often get the chance to feed wild animals, so I jumped at it. I would take a few bites and then give one of my buddies a bite.

I continued for 15 minutes when Stephen noticed a sign on our table:

“Do Not Feed The Wildlife. Feeding Wildlife changes their natural behavior and may be harmful to their health.”

Upon seeing the sign, Stephen suggested that I comply. Initially, I did but then had second thoughts.

These ducks had just gotten out of a swimming pool. They were shaking chlorinated water off their little bodies as they trotted over to beg for food. They had tiny beach towels and had no doubt been in the sun earlier in the day. Their drinks had umbrellas and one duck was wearing sun glasses.

I concluded that their natural behavior had already changed and went back to feeding them.

My thought was if the hotel didn’t want me to feed the ducks, they needed to stop feeding me in the duck’s new natural habitat.

Changing natural behavior isn’t always harmful. On the way back to our room, we watched one of the ducks waddle into the health club.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

Peeking duck