Thursday, November 19, 2009

After about two days in the hospital, Sarah's aunt gave birth to a healthy little baby girl.

I had a little trouble getting into the hospital myself to visit.

Me: Excuse me, where's the women's hospital.
Hotel Concierge: Last name?
Me: Mine?
Hotel Concierge: Who are you here to see?
Me: Oh. Uh. Last name? I know her maiden name. That wouldn't be...
Hotel Concierge: I need the name she checked in under.

After a few text messages I got the correct last name.

Hotel Concierge: And first name?
Me: Peggy.
Hotel Concierge: Nope.
Me: No?
Hotel Concierge: You're really not doing so well.
Me: Everyone calls her Peggy.
Hotel Concierge: Maybe that's a nickname. She probably checked in under her real name.
Me: And Peggy would... be... short for...
Hotel Concierge: Who are you to these people?
Me: That's a good question. I'm the boyfriend of a, uh... family member. I'm... I'm just trying to be a good boyfriend here.
Hotel Concierge: [warming a little] We have a Margret.
Me: Peggy could be short for Margret.
Hotel Concierge: Boyfriends need to know these things. You need to know the family names.
Me: I know. You're right.

1 comment:

Walking Into Pictures said...

You spelled Margaret wrong.