this morning #2180.

this morning, someone must have made a mistake. i woke up a little late. popped my head out into the hall only to discover that my 8am plates of bacon had not arrived. not a trace. confused, i placed a call down to the front desk to see what the hell was going on. on the seventh ring, a “jake” answered. i don’t recall there being a jake at the desk when i checked in. he sounded flustered. rushed. in the most authoritative tone that i could muster at this early hour, i explained that, last night before i went to bed, i placed an order with room service. pretty basic order. not hard at all. four plates of bacon. he began to bawl & through his tears, told me “i’m really sorry about your order, sir. there’s been a tragic accident in the kitchen.”