The Orphan Club

Boston: Canceled Ubers

I asked three different front desk managers if they could give me the room number of Matthew McCain.

"Ma'am just as my colleagues have told you, we can not give out that information." The last manager told me, his stiff neck straining even more. I am officially a pest at this establishment and they would definitely be calling security any minute to kick me out. It also doesn't help that the Uber driver had to drop me off a few blocks away due to not wanting to drive past the Boston Main Street traffic, so I had to run out in a literal thunderstorm to get to Matty. Things you do for love.

I dial Macy. "They won't tell me his room. I am coming back!" I cry.

"What? Are you crazy? You can't give up! Call him!"

"I've called him 20 times already. He won't answer. I think he is upset with me." I cry harder. I had done my makeup and put on that yellow dress he liked me in, all of that was now washed away with the rain and if not, my tears were destroying the remaining evidence of my efforts. I am sure I look deranged.

"Hold on." Macy puts me on hold for about 30 seconds. "Ok, his phone is going straight to voicemail. Something is wrong. Maybe he got a flight out of here right away!" She suggests. This thought has crossed my mind. Matty doesn't like staying in one place for too long.

"No, but he answered Liam's call just a few hours ago right before the party. Told him he would be leaving tomorrow morning, early." I explained to her, hopefully. "Maybe his phone died."

"Could be. But why wouldn't he charge it? He is in a hotel room with charging ports. They even sell chargers if you've forgotten it."

"Mac! That is not helping! That's it! He is avoiding us. I am coming back. Is the party still going?" I ask, wiping away my tears, hoping this will help me stop crying.

"Nope. The rain ruined it all. Thankfully everyone had eaten before it started. A few people stuck around after we moved inside but now it's just the Orphan Club—I mean family." She stifles a laugh. "So cheesy." She adds. "Did you take his shirt to give to him?"

"Yes," I meekly say, gripping the only other thing I have with me besides my phone tighter, the black Orphan Family shirt. "I am coming back."

"Sorry honey." Mac sighs. "Matty really is like the wind. He is too fast to trap in one's hand."

"And you call me cheesy."

We hang up and I order an Uber, which is still five minutes away. So I take a seat on a few couches arranged near the hotel bar to all the three managers' chagrin. I give them an apologetic smile. They return it with a long scathing stare, until their phone rings, breaking their concentration.

"Front desk. Hello sir." The manager says, his eye flashing at me then quickly flashing away. Like he didn't want me to know who was on the phone. No, it's probably my imagination. "A three am wake up call? Sure we can set that up for you. Do you have any bags that need to be brought down?—No, okay. Do you need our shuttle to the airport? Okay, I can put your name down for that! Anything else?—hmm I am not sure about that sir. You may want to call the concierge, they can help you mail the wedding gift or point you to the right direction. Anything else?—baby shower gifts?" The manager confusingly asks the caller. "I am not sure. Again, maybe the concierge services can help. Any other thing we can help you with?—I'm glad I can help!Thank you for staying with us." He hangs up and faces his coworkers. "Who is working the night shift tonight?"

"Sue is, I think." The other manager says.

"Okay, I'll leave a note for her since the system is down. Wake up call for room 465 for three in the god-forsaken morning." He exhales.