SO... I did it again. This time I had a witness to it. Donna was right there, and heard every word.
The backstory:
We are leaving Brave Girls Camp, and heading back to Boise (btw, did you know it's pronounced 'BOY-SEE', not 'BOY-ZEE'?) and we hitched a ride from Eagle with Shelley, one of our Brave Girl cohorts. Shelley, Donna and I had lunch together and then she dropped us off at our motel near the airport.
Near the airport was kind of misleading. AT the airport was more like it. LOL But in it's defense, we didn't hear ANY plane traffic at all. Surprising. Now, let it be said that I chose the cheapest motel I could find for that night. And the Sleep-Inn didn't disappoint.
Keep in mind now, because it's part of the story, that NOBODY knew where we were staying except my husband, Donna's husband, and Shelley. The hubbies had our cell phone #'s... Shelley didn't.
Donna and I walk into the Sleep-Inn. Cute young girl behind the counter. All of about 22 years old. Fresh faced and smiling.
"Welcome to the Sleep-Inn!" she chirped.
She really did chirp. Seriously.
We checked in, got the room key and she directed us to the second floor... which could only be accessed by the two story staircase behind us.
"No elevator?" I said.
"No, sorry." she chirped again.
Donna and I looked at each other, shrugged and proceeded to hump our overpacked suitcases up the stairs.
This took about 10 minutes, and we were hot, schwetty messes by the time we reached room 208. Of course I was complaining all the way. And honestly, NO ELEVATOR????
After about 5 minutes, the motel room phone rang. Donna and I looked at each other like WTH? Only Shelley knew where we were... so I answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi ladies, just wanted to make sure you got settled ok, how's the room?"
(Donna whispers 'who is it?', and I say 'Shelley'.)
"Well, let me tell you - it's pretty freaking ugly, it has a funky smell and we had to hump our suitcases up 2 flights of stairs because there's no freaking elevator."
Stunned silence on the other end.
"Yes... I'm so sorry about that. And I'm sorry about the smell, too".
At that moment my stomach dropped and I realized it wasn't Shelley. It was the chirpy girl at the front desk. I'd never had the front desk call the room before to ask if we were ok. I mean, we stayed at the freaking HILTON on the way IN, and THEY didn't call.
"It's fine, really, fine, no problems" I said and hung up.
I flung myself on Donna and cried with laughter.
"It wasn't Shelley."
The two of us laughed and snorted ourselves sick. I knew I had to apologize to this young girl, so we ran downstairs. Miss Chirpy was busy checking in a family, so we waited.
I'm guessing we weren't too obvious, standing behind the pole, still crying with laughter.
Finally I approached the desk.
The girl looked at me with fear. I guess she thought I was going to say 'freaking' to her one more time.
"I am SO sorry. I thought you were my girlfriend, Shelley. I never would have said that to you - the room is fine, honestly."
"It's ok. Good thing I have a good sense of humor though..." she said quietly.
All evidence of chirpiness was GONE. I destroyed this girl's afternoon.
I am officially a mean girl, and didn't even know it. The fact that we're still laughing about this proves it.
These things ONLY happen to me.
