So this pretentious white-glove wearing nincumpoop came up to the front desk just a few minutes ago to inquire about the history of the Inn. I informed her that it was built in 1887. A few moments later, she asks who owns it. I informed her of who & then she actually asked me... with all seriousness, I kid you not - "Did he build it then? I mean, he's owned it ever since he built it?".
What are you??
Tomorrow is my last day. Thank Heavens.