Earlier today, my son was screaming bloody murder because
I was not moving fast enough to get him situated, put the burp cloth in place,
and shove the bottle into his mouth. Imagining him as some irate customer at a
hotel desk, complaining about the service; I put on my best professional, yet
condescending hotel receptionist voice and said the following:
"I’m sorry to hear that you’re dissatisfied with the
accommodations here at our establishment. Please feel free to fill out a
comment card, and our management team will consider your feedback in order to
improve your stay. For the time being please enjoy this complimentary bottle on
the house."
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