“What are you doing for the rest of the evening” you inquire playfully in a distinct southern accent.
“Nothing too exciting. I’ll probably just go to my room and watch television since we’re snowed in here,” I reply with a chuckle.
The snow has been steadily falling all day, effectively making us prisoners of the Marriott. We’ve been sitting in a stuffy conference room all day listening to the CEO of our company and other corporate types with alphabet soups for titles drone on about mission statements, corporate earnings, and other items of varied amounts of interest. It would have been nice to get out and see the town for a bit and grab a bite to eat, but Mother Nature decided to be a frosty Bitch and snow us in.
“Why not join me in my room later to watch a chick flick and we can order a pizza from room service,” you suggest, sensing my lack of enthusiasm for being confined to my room all evening. I take a moment to ponder your invitation of what will probably be an evening of ‘When Harry Met Sally’ and/or ‘Pretty Woman’ versus being alone and watching reruns of Andy Griffith and reply, “I’d love to! No use both of us being bored and alone all evening watching the snow fall.”