Dunce of the night

Tonight, I’m one of those people who locked themselves out of their hotel room putting their room service dishes outside the door. I’m relieved there was a phone next to the elevators because I didn’t have shoes or my iPhone, which means it’s a really long walk to the front desk. (At the moment, I have a bum foot.)

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Bryan Villarin

Bryan works at Automattic. Cat whisperer. Sometimes, a photographer and card magician.

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