An amusing incident from last night that I thought I’d share…
My sister, brother-in-law and their two girls spent the night at the Summerfield Suites in White Plains. Before going over to visit, I swung by Aberdeen to grab some take-out. (Ma po tofu, hot shredded beef, Singapore noodles and spinach with garlic. Excellent, as always.) I walked into the hotel with the bag of food, and was headed to the elevator when I heard a voice behind me.
Front Desk Clerk: “Excuse me… EXCUSE ME…”
Me: ”Yes?”
Clerk: ”What room are you going to?”
Me: (confused) “345. Is there a problem?”
Clerk: (annoyed) “You can’t just go up to the rooms. You have to check in with us first.”
Me: ”My sister’s a guest here… I’m not a delivery person.”
Clerk: (pause) ”Oh.” (slinks away)
Keep up the good work, Summerfield Suites.
Speaking of my sister’s fam, my 4-year old niece Emma is going as a chef for Halloween. Oh, and Emma’s legit — she loves helping her mom bake all kinds of goodies. I think we have a future Iron Chef on our hands.
October 14th, 2008 at 1:03 pm
What a story.
Aberdeen is great … but not as great as that pic of your neice!