The exercise:
Let us see what we can do with: the rate.
The deck is done! Well, the decking is basically finished (we need like, a third of a board to reach the edge). Now we need stairs and a railing. And eventually we're going to connect around the front of the house to the front steps.
But for now, it's done!
Not only that, but I'm actually taking tomorrow as a day off. I honestly don't remember the last time I had one of those.
Mine:
Josie reached for the remote and turned the TV volume down when she heard the lobby door jingle open. From her stool behind the reception desk she watched the man approach, silently calculating whether he had more oil in his hair or mustache.
"Evenin' sweetheart," he called out, smiling widely enough to display his sparkling white teeth. "How much for the night?"
"Fifty bucks for a single, seventy-five for a double," Josie replied after a brief pause, during which she contemplated telling him the motel was full up. For the rest of forever.
"And what, dear angel, are your rates?" he asked, leaning a forearm on the desk and blessing her with a conspiratorial wink.
"I just told you," she said with her best imitation of a welcoming smile. "Fifty for a single and -"
"Oh goodness me," the man cut in before laughing too earnestly. "I do believe you failed to understand my question. You see, lovely lady, what I meant was how -"
