It’s been a few months since I posted my last story and because it was so well received, I figured I’d post another. This happened around the same time frame as my previous story, around 8 years ago.
As I alluded to in my first tale, I used to travel a lot for work. These travels took me all over the US and this particular trip brought me to New York, staying at a hotel right by JFK airport. It had been a long day at work and I had ordered a pizza for dinner. After about 45 minutes I got a phone call from the front desk telling me that my pizza had arrived and I needed to come go down to the front desk to get it. Aggravated that I had to get dressed, I threw on a t shirt to go with my gym shorts and headed down.