"Good day, sir," I said. "I'm looking for a man who checked in yesterday afternoon. May be using the name Johnny Fawn."
"May I inquire for what purpose?" the man asked, looking down at me so much it's a wonder he could see through his bottom eyelashes.
"I have a business appointment with him," I said, which technically was true if he was my client.
The man shook his head, "Yet you don't know what name he checked in under? I'm sorry, sir. This establishment doesn't work that way."
I looked around. "This establishment is a shit hole."
Christopher about 5 years ago
Believe it or not, I wrote this drabble about three weeks before Trump made "shit hole" household words. I'm psychic. A regular Nostra-dumb-ass.
Neville Hunt about 5 years ago
Haha! ...but no dumb-ass Christopher! Now Jake has redressed his earlier deceit with a huge dose of truth.