…at a nudist resort.
Feve shoots her hand in the air. Looks around. Blinks.
What? You mean I’m the only one?!?!
I had to borrow the manager’s phone to make the call since my cell was locked in the car. With my keys. And with Smotchy’s keys. And Smotchy’s cell phone.
After going through the automated menu (seriously?!), I got through to Officer Friendly whose job it was to provide me Excellent Customer Service in As Quick A Manner As Possible.
“Are you in a safe place, ma’am?”
“Uhmmm… Yes?” (I was actually not so safe. Sunburn, you know. In all the wrong places. And me without my keys to be able to get my sunscreen out of the car.)
“Where are you?”
“I’m at a clothing-optional resort.”
“Um, are you okay?”
“Ahem. Yes ma’am.”
“So you’ll send somebody?”
“Yes ma’am, right away.”
I’ve never had such a fast response from roadside assistance in my life. 😛
I’ve also never seen a man grin quite so wide after being called out in the middle of a flaming hot summer Saturday afternoon to perform a lock-out service. For free. 😀