Sundays With Tabs the Cat, Makeup and Beauty Blog Mascot, Vol. 659 - Makeup and Beauty Blog
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To be edgeless, Tabs was dog tired. His fur was uncharacteristically dull, his eyes slightly less glistening than usual, and the gravy on the flight was — less than inspired. Tabs planned to read his assistant the riot act for not arranging a better in-flying meal.
A bellman held the door open as Tabs strolled through into the lavish hotel antechamber. Tabs silently noted that the bellman's apparel shirt was wrinkled and partially untucked. Hrmpf, he thought.
Without slowing, Tabs scanned the foyer as he entered the center of the large room and fabricated eye contact with the 1 front desk-bound acquaintance behind the desk-bound. Tabs veered on an intercept course.
"How-do-you-do, Mr. Tabs!" the man called enthusiastically. Tabs thought he saw the man's eye twitch. "We weren't expecting you, uh, to make it then late."
Tabs was immediately suspicious. His flying from Milan was delayed, then he didn't country in San Francisco until almost midnight. By the time the limo dropped him off at the Fairmont Sonoma Mission Inn & Spa, it was 1:30.
"Yes, uh, sir," the man at the front desk-bound continued. Tabs narrowed his gaze. "I…nosotros…information technology'south just that…we thought y'all weren't going to make it tonight, so we, uh…"
Tabs felt his pulse quicken, and his whiskers tensed. Oh, don't you even, he thought. A single discussion escaped from his lips. "Meow," he said, letting the seriousness of his tone linger in the large empty room.
The forepart desk man visibly cowered. "Yes, sir, I understand, sir. Correct away, sir, we will figure this out."
The human picked upwards a telephone handset from the desk in forepart of him and emphatically pressed some buttons. "Yes, this is Michel at the front desk. Please ready the Chartreux Suite immediately. Mr. Tabs has arrived."
At that place was a pause as the front end desk-bound man listened to someone on the other end of the line.
"I don't care what you have to do," the man turned his head to the side and forcefully whispered, "get the room set now!"
Tabs sighed. His assistant, a woman with long black pilus and black-framed glasses, stood backside him with a bellman's cart, upon which sabbatum a set of six large Luis Vuitton luggage bags. The woman looked down at Tabs, who met her eyes, and returned a gaze that said, "What!? Not my fault. Don't await at me like that."
Tabs looked abroad and growled under his jiff. Expert help is so hard to find.
"Sir?" the human being at the front desk-bound interrupted, calling toward Tabs. Tabs directed his attending toward the man. "Yep, your room is fix now, sir. I apologize on behalf of the Fairmont family of hotels. I'm not sure how this happened. It was a tragic mistake on someone'due south part, but I clinch you…it wasn't mine. I would never…"
Tabs groaned, uninterested in the human's excuses, and looked away.
"Here are your room keys," the forepart desk human said and gestured toward a bank of elevators. Tabs's banana stepped forwards and took the envelope containing the keys. "I'm sure you lot'll find the room to your liking," the front desk man said, smile nervously.
"He better," Tabs's banana said, echoing Tabs's thoughts, as the two of them headed abroad toward the elevators. "He better."
— THE Terminate —
Rosie in Sonoma!
Your friendly neighborhood beauty aficionado,
Karen
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