behind door 314 there sat an old lady, all by her lonesome self only rising to go stand by the door everytime she heard voices or footsteps close by. she was out of her enviroment and blam there i was knocking on every door but the one she was behind. thanks to the do not disturb sign her son had placed on the door to guard her from the world i guess. poor old woman was almost shaking in agitation. i had four rooms on the third floor scattered right in the middle of the madness was her stay. everytime i would do my job for a stayover...which is to knock and say housekeeping before i open the door and make beds etc. she would open her door everytime regardless of where i was up the hall or down the hall. maybe it was the knocking or maybe it was my singing ..i swear i was a country singer for most of the afternoon. my song of choice was..you're the reason god made oklahoma and i'm still missing you. here the city lights out shine the moon i was just now thinking of you ...
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