She huffed and puffed about how it most certainly was her."For one, this picture isn't you; it doesn't look anything like you." I continued speaking over her sputtering. "For another, this ID is for an eighteen year-old. You are waaaaay past eighteen, lady." (She was at least a decade older in appearance, plus I KNOW HER.) "That's my twin sister." "Riiiiight. Regardless, I'm not renting to you." I'm going to have Adrienne take a look at the footage; I am sure she'll remember this woman's name.
Wednesday, May 13
I was working late tonight, and a woman came in asking about a room for one. She looked really familiar, and I was certain she'd stayed here before several times, but I have a hard time putting names to faces (a liability here). I asked for her ID, and when she handed it to me, examined it. And then looked at her and said, "This isn't you."