Choir Recital 02
Hi, guys, it's me, Ginny Grainger, local choir singer with the blessed boobs for being 43 and even though the raging weather had put the brakes on our Friday night activities, I mean, that's why they invented Saturday mornings in the hotel, right? For a new day.
"[Tap, tap, tap] my computer system is running a little slow, ma'am [tap, tap tap] because all of a sudden [tap, tap, tap], several of the red gown choir ladies want to change their hotel reservations to be [tap, tap, tap], you know, "to be a little closer" to your popular choir singer, Mrs. Grainger's room on the third floor [tap, tap, tap]."
"Hah! That's just perfect than because my red gown choir arch rival, Mrs. Ginny Grainger, is half the reason that I'm here at the front desk this morning [eye balls the front desk clerk's nametag], Missy Darla Darling, because I'm Mrs. Vivian Valls with the choir and getting knee deep into everyone's business is what I do in the choir and everyone knows that I create rumors out of thin air and spread them around, so?"
Oh, Vivan gets in the knee deep alright, guys, but I wasn't aware that we were arch rivals, tee he. Also, guys, she is not my arch rival.
"[Tap, tap, tap] yes, ma'am, hold please, ma'am, oh, my system [tap, tap, tap] is starting to improve, so, Mrs. Tanner, please slide your credit card and press the brown tab on the touchscreen to confirm your room change to room 304 [tap, tap, tap] so you can clearly hear more of the after-hours choir style praying of "oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd" that seemingly came from Mrs. Grainger's room [tap, tap, tap]."
Oh, guys, I was praying alright last night! Praying that two 20 somethings could bounce back over and over holy roller! And they did! But I'm still waiting for one of you 40 somethings to sweep me off of my feet.
"Ah-hah! This is just even more perfect then, Miss Perky behind the front desk because just like why Mrs. Tammy Tanner is here to complain about the loud and echoing prayer service, which was obviously being held by a couple of much younger and very energetic couples, I'd like to submit a complaint as well, but I'm willing to compromise and just submit a rumor that it was our very own goody two shoes choir singer, Mrs. Ginny Grainger or Boobs McGee for short, getting it and giving it good, so, should I go ahead and slide my credit card and press the green a tab on your touchscreen, hmm?"
Hmm, younger, energetic, getting it good and giving it good? I mean, hello, guys! All at 43. And yeah, yeah, yeah, the dweeb and the twerp get some credit.
"[Tap, tap, tap] hold off one moment, ma'am, before sliding your credit card to submit a false rumor [tap, tap, tap], ma'am, while I finish up with Mrs. Tillman since she was [tap, tap, tap] also here first, before you hip bumped her and my other customers to the side [tap, tap, tap]."
"Yeah, and thanks for the hip bone bruise (bitch), Mrs. Valls. Anyways, how's it looking, sweetie, hmm?"
"[Tap, tap, tap] ah, success! You can slide your credit card, Mrs. Tillman, and press the blue tab on the touchscreen to [tap, tap, tap] confirm a room transfer to room 301, which is an adjoining room with my hotel guest step mom, Mrs. Grainger [tap, tap, tap] and I've scheduled a brunch for the two of already [tap, tap, tap], so, you're almost all set [tap, tap, tap]."
"[Slides credit card and presses the blue tab] why, thank you [hip bumps Mrs. Valls back] and just what is on the brunch menu this morning then, hmm?"
"[Tap, tap, tap] tidbits, Mrs. Tillman, but not like Mrs. Grainger's tidbits [tap, tap, tap], juice..."
Hold please! Guys, tidbits! I have tidbits! Or I still have tidbits, but not bad for 43, right guys? Tidbits, hips and nips, guys!
"[Tap, tap, tap] juice, coffee, a tidbit of this and a tidbit of that, ma'am [tap, tap, tap] and I've gone ahead and tagged it as a "commando under choir gown" brunch since that's what Luke and Carlos requested when they slid their parents credit card and pressed the red tab for next morning follow up nerd and geek sex, ma'am [tap, tap, tap], so?"
[A wide eyes Mrs. Tillman frantically presses all the colored tabs before scurrying away with glee]
"Well, I never! Is it finally my turn now, Miss Front Desk Perky because now I want to submit a different rumor into the hotel's rumor mill that Mrs. Phat Boobs snuck out late last night after recital practice and sucked off two strange men in the bus stop hut just outside, so, should I slide my credit card and press the purple tab on your touchscreen now? And we need to hurry this up because all of a sudden, I'm not feeling too well and my tongue feels like it's beginning to swell up, so, be quick about it, Missy."
"[Tap, tap, tap] one moment, ma'am [tap, tap, tap] while I pull up the hotel's security video [tap, tap, tap], ahh, there it is [tap, tap, tap], oh, oh my then [tap, tap, tap]."
"Ah-hah [cough]! Now we're getting somewhere because "oh, oh my" must be in my favor, so, should I slide my credit card now and press the pink tab or what?"
"[Tap, tap, tap] one moment more, ma'am [tap, tap, tap], ma'am, ahem, that was you sneaking out late last night and sucking off two strange men in the bus stop hut [tap, tap, zoom, zoom], who both had green and yellow pimply bumps on their street gang cocks [tap, tap, zoom, zoom], would you care to review the video of you on your knees for yourself, ma'am [spins the large front desk main screen], hmm, ma'am?"
LOL, yeah, right, like running away the next morning after while trying to wipe your tongue clean helps now! And by the way, guys, you would never have a reason to visit a street worker to empty your balls since that would be my job! My job, I say.
[Front desk bell ding, ding, ding, ding, even though the front desk clerk is standing right there!]
"[Tap, tap, tap] yes, ma'am, how can I help you, ma'am [tap, tap, tap]?"
