A tale of two Amy’s

Sometimes, through absolutley no fault or plan of my own, I am led by others to misbehave.  That was the case when Amylynn and I went to the romance writer’s convention.  We had a very trying time checking in, and things just went downhill from there.  When the very next problem occurred, I called the front desk for help.

Hotel Associate: “How may I help you Ms. Bright?”

To Amy, holding my hand over the receiver: “They just called me Ms. Bright!”  Evil smile.

Every time we called the front desk, they answered with “How may I help you, Ms. Bright?” as if no one else could be in the room but the one person who made the reservation.  I want you do know that I am an Academy Award winning “Amylynn Bright”.

Hotel Associate: “How may I help you, Ms. Bright?”

Me being Amy: “There is a hole in my sheet.  I thought housekeeping would change the sheet today but they did not.  How can you make up a bed and not notice a hole in the sheet?  I spent all last night trying to avoid it, but I kept putting my toe in it anyway because I couldn’t stop myself . . . because I knew it was there. I can’t spend another night like that.  (I said all of that rather dramatically as if it was the end of the world.) ***Amylynn here*** I had to draw the line when she experimented with voices. I mean really.

Amy: Oh for goodness sake, just tell them to come change the sheet for me.  I should have called myself.  You’re making me sound like an idiot.

Me:        Evil smile.

We had so many problems during our one week stay; I’m not sure how many times we called the front desk for help.  I have never enjoyed calling to complain so much in my whole life because it wasn’t me.  It was Amy!  By the end of our stay, we were certain that the front desk people thought Amy was the most complaining guest they’d ever had.

We could just hear them:  “By God, that woman complains enough for two people!

Me:        Evil smile.