The telephone solicitor was stunned at the greeting she received from the person at Motel 6, Room 6. Somebody named Muffy.
"Uh, what I mean is, uh .... you've been selected as a finalist in the Global Car Rental "Thanks to our customers" promotion. The grand prize is an all expenses paid trip to Aruba! If you can answer the following question, you and a companion of your choice will be the lucky winners! Are you ready for the question?"
Muffy grinned widely. "Aruba!", she thought. "I've always wanted to go to Aruba".
"OK", said Muffy. "Hit me!"
"Oh, no, ma'am. We don't hit people. We just ask questions. Are you ready?"
"Geez", thought Muffy. "Where do they get these people?"
"OK", said Muffy. "What's the question?"
The telephone solicitor could be heard ruffling some papers in the background. "Where is it? I had it just a minute ago! Hang on ma'am. I'll have that question in just a moment."
Muffy sat on the edge of the Motel bed and hummed softly to herself, content to wait for the idiot telephone solicitor to get her act together. The Motel Manager (MM) was still staring at Muffy through the undraped window, his mask in his hand.
"Oh, here it is!", yelled the solicitor happily, almost breaking Muffy's ear drum.
The door to Muffy's room suddenly opened ... |
