Counting Towels.
I ran into a old friend who decided to change careers and go back to school. He’s studying Hotel Management. I told him, by a strange coincidence, I was studying Hotel Guest so maybe we’d run into each other in the lobby in a few years. I’d tap the service bell, he’d hand me a key. We’d both have mustaches.
He didn’t think it was funny.
He was studying for his Ice Availability exam.
