Do You See Any Numbers on There at All?
We were at a hotel this weekend, and I wanted to give Shane an opportunity to “take charge.”
“Here’s the key,” I said, tossing him the key card in its envelope. “You can let us in.”
“Okay,” Shane said. We got off the elevator.
“Which way do we go?” I asked. “What’s the room number?” A large, handwritten “504” was inked with bold, black marker on the envelope.
Shane took the card out of the envelope. He turned the card over a few times.
“I don’t see any room number,” he said.
“Where else might the number be?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” He put the card back in the envelope. I could see the black marker from where I stood, four feet away.
“Do you see any numbers on there at all?” I asked.
He fumbled for another minute. He hemmed and hawed. He turned the card over and over, flipping to and from the black-marker “504.”
Finally, with great pride, Shane said, “504! It says 504!”
We started walking toward our room.
Then Shane said, “I thought it said, ‘SOY.'”
When I looked back at the envelope, indeed the “5” looked like an “S” and the “4” looked like a “Y,” so I could clearly see the word, “SOY.”
Why on earth, I thought to myself, would a key card say SOY?
Sometimes, though, it just doesn’t matter. We laughed about the SOY card all weekend long.