So, one of the good things about having a roommate is that you have someone to talk to at the end of the day, and also you end up with random moments of amusement.
Since my roomie and I are both entertainment staff we are entitled to room service privileges. Since I work weird hours I usually end up ordering a bagel in the late evening because my official meal break is at 5:30 and by the time I get to 10pm closing I’m starving. So a few nights ago I’m sitting typing a letter home while my roommate is drying her hair. We both knew that I’d order room service (because she was in the room when I did so) before she hopped in the shower, but it was taking a while to get there and we kind of forgot about it. Because we’re below the water line, even a bagel takes a while to get to us.
So when the knock came at the door, my roomie figured it was probably the co-worker she was waiting to hear from about plans for the next day. So she just wraps a towel around herself and pulls the door open.
And it’s room service.
GAH!!!! Oh my god! Sorry! Sorry!
And she bolts behind the door and hides. I jumped up and grabbed the room service tray, trying desperately not to laugh.
Want a bagel?
Fast forward to last night, we were both bored, we were both hungry and we were sitting watching Revenge (damn that show for always ending on a cliff-hanger! Not fair!), so I hand her the phone so she can call room service, and as she starts the order the voice on the other end says:
Wait…is this the girl with the towel?
And she hangs up the phone, looks at me, and we both fall all over laughing for a little while. Bad enough that they know my order almost before I give it, but now she is known as ‘the girl with the towel’.
I suppose we really should learn to check who’s at the door before we open it next time.
Never fails – you get in the tub and there’s a rub at the lamp.
You still got your bagel!
LOL. Ones like that really need to go in the next book.