I worked the night shift at a hotel, and around 3 a.m. a guy came down to the front desk in a full business suit that was visibly soaking wet, like he’d just walked through a storm, except it hadn’t rained all night. He was barefoot, holding a plastic cup with a goldfish in it, the kind you win at a fair. He set the cup down very carefully and asked if we had a microwave because the fish was cold. I told him we didn’t, and he nodded like that confirmed something he already suspected. He asked if the lobby thermostat could be turned up just for a few minutes. While I was doing that, he started telling me he had a meeting in the morning and needed the fish to “be alert.” After about ten minutes he thanked me, put the cup inside his suit jacket like an inside pocket was made for this exact situation, and went back upstairs. An hour later he checked out early, still wet, still barefoot, and left a five-star review mentioning the “excellent late-night hospitality.” I never saw him or the fish again.

rmsb220_:

This is weirder than my weirdest dreams.