We're reaching the end of our rope around here. Not just Michael and I, but the entire town. It's the last night of the busiest ten days of the ski season, and we're a bit worn out from being ON all the time.
We had a couple of late-night noise complaints Friday night, so last night, when Michael left the key for our late arrival and closed up, he was hoping to get a solid 8 hours of sleep.
Around 11:30, the guest called to say he'd arrived and to thank Michael for leaving the key.
Because nothing says "thank you" like a phone call when you're fast asleep.
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