Front desk: The source of my greatest creativity and the location of my moments of clarity was today also the source of an unexpected monetary blessing.
So I'm fighting sleep by taking a little walk when I notice a frantic figure on her way up the walkway. I leisurely stroll back to my post. And this woman explains that she needs to curl her hair. Of course the one public bathroom we have has no mirror. But there in my creativity, I remember we had guest room keys. Now I expected no reward. I just knew the plight of the black woman and her hair. But when she came back out, she slipped me a five spot.
Now that's what I call a Happy Sabbath
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