Recap: Phone wench for the Fairy Lot hotel company. I got my first obscene caller last night! But it was less shocking and more hilarious because I couldn't understand half of what he said; He wasn't really drunk, just very Georgian. He was talking really quietly into the phone and mumbling, so when I thought I heard "Atlanta, airport, X Street" I started doing a search. I asked him which hotel (we have a crapload in Atlanta) he wanted and I heard: "Girlfriend...boxers...13 inches...tucked in... read more
