It’s become my Sunday afternoon/early evening tradition to grab my laptop, mosey across the street to Protea (the free wireless dream of a hotel), settle in with a pot of spiced tea, skype with friends and family, and catch up on personal emails. This past Sunday, as I was packing up to head back home (after a satiating gab session with Becca), one of the waitresses approached me and asked if I had left a bottle. It took me a few seconds to register what she meant. I lost my Nalgene a good month and a half ago and had no idea where it could possibly be. Apparently, it was at Protea. This wonderful woman picked it for me, saved it all that time, stayed on the look out, recognized me, and gave it back.
Thank you, kind waitress, for returning what I had figured to be long gone. The bottle? It's half full.
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Now, that is service.
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