MacDad frequently travels for work. We have a routine of speaking frequently in the evenings. Last night, he was in Txxxxxx, CT. We spoke after I was done with work and MacBaby and I fell asleep around 9 o'clock (yes, this is my new bed time. I'm ok with that, too.).
I woke up around 11 realizing I hadn't heard from MacDad. I tried his phone, but voicemail picked up after one ring. I surmised it was off and had probably run out of battery. I decided to track down his hotel. My internet search came up with one hotel in Txxxxxxx, CT. I called the Marriott there and Mr. Hotel Front Desk Man told me MacDad was not staying there.
More internet searches led me to hotels in various surrounding cities, but I was fairly sure these were incorrect. I called back to the original Marriott, thinking perhpas they didn't understand the spelling of the name. Again Mr. Hotel Front Desk man he was not there, and suggested other hotels.
Shortly after, MacDad called. He returned from a late night McDonald's run and was greeted by the Mr. Hotel Front Desk Man who told him he was in trouble because a lady was looking for him. This was the same man who referred me to other hotels knowing this information was incorrect. I can only assume he was bored and had to find a way to entertain himself.
MacDad alerted him that it was his wife (me) calling. Apparently Mr. Hotel Front Desk Man did not connect me because I did not know his hotel room. This is their way of keeping "jilted lovers" at bay because "some people don't want to be found." What the hell kind of shady people live in Txxxxxx, CT?
Mr. Hotel Front Desk Man, I could have been calling about an emergency. I wasn't. But I could have been. You're lucky I wasn't. The next time a wife calls looking for her husband, PUT HER THROUGH TO THE DAMN ROOM! Sheesh.
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