Flyers

Remember how I got that free pizza the other night? I knew you would, since an evening like that goes down in the annals of legend (i.e., this blog). Well, Steve found their flyers in the garbage today and we couldn't figure out how they'd gotten there, so he put them back on the counter. Then this guy comes over with the flyers in his hand and says he threw them out. Apparently he did it because ABC hasn't paid for an ad in our hotel restaurant directory so they're not allowed to leave anything in our lobby. Naturally, my reaction to this was along the lines of this is news to me, I didn't even know we had a directory, why doesn't anyone ever tell us anything important, they gave me a free pizza so now I don't give a f**k if they land an airplane made out of sandpaper loaded with incontinent senior citizens across your giant forehead, you are a corporate sphincter, etc., etc. This is the same guy who's been creeping me out for a week because he is constantly smoking outside (that's not the creepy part, damn! Can't you be more patient and at least get through the sentence first before you start questioning me? Actually, scratch that. Don't EVER question me) and he always stands behind this huge pillar so you can't see him at first if you're walking towards the front door and then at the last minute you notice him and it's just weird so I don't like him. The funniest thing, however, was that the whole flyer situation really, really bothered Steve, and he basically flipped out and started ranting. He even went and got the flyers out of the trash again and said he was going to put them back on the counter once the a**hole checks out. It was refreshing because typically I am the one bitching and freaking out (I'm sure you noticed) and for once it wasn't me. Yay!