"Hello, is this front desk?"
"Um, front desk?"
"Yeah, you know that thing people sit behind at the front of the hotel, I'm assuming since you don't know then you aren't the front desk are you?"
"Yeah, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Ug I must have pressed the wrong numbers again, this is like the third time I've tried this."
"Why didn't you just walk down to the front desk?"
"Because I have better things to do then walk places."
"Like try to call the front desk three times."
"Well...I...I never asked your opinion thank you Mr. Stupid Random Guy Whose Input Is Irrelevant."
"Wow, okay forget I mentioned it geez."
"Who are you anyway, are you even at this hotel?"
"..."
"Whatever I got to go I think that's my mom calling."
"Yeah right."
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Short Story"Hello, is this front desk?" "Um, front desk?" "Yeah, you know that thing people sit behind at the front of the hotel, I'm assuming since you don't know then you aren't the front desk are you?" "Yeah, I have no idea what you're talking about."
