Today's Breakfast & Name Recollection

Made Blackberry Jam Muffins today with Coddled Eggs, Biscuits & Fresh Fruit. Everybody seems to like it, but they're having a hard time keeping the conversation going. One of the coolest things about staying at a bed & breakfast is that there's a big variety in the guests who might turn up at the breakfast table. Today we've got two older couples touring the area, another couple looking for real estate, an American physicist who insists he has an American passport but a British accent, and a totally white trash(I know, harsh, but true) couple that seems to be in love with me. I really have no idea how this last couple interacts with people on a regular basis, but they stayed here last year and apparently I was so good at taking care of them that they returned and constantly mention my hospitality skills. I guess that's a good thing overall, but they totally don't belong here and I tried to tell them that everything was booked for the dates they were looking for only to have them try other dates, and I just coudn't possibly be full every day in the summer. That would be crazy and insulting. So they're here. Luckily they won't be eating with (or scaring) other people today.

Today the life of the innkeeper is a dull one. Gotta file a bunch of things I've been putting off filing, gotta return some tables to their owners, pick up a scrip for the boss and drop off the dry cleaning.

And now, today's little story of strange happenings at the B&B. I meet and talk to over 50 people daily. Remembering names and faces has become a skill that I can only seem to keep going for 2, 3 days tops. Two summers ago I had a couple stay here for the weekend. I don't remember their names, but let's call the chick Denise. Denise comes up to me during her last breakfast, pulls me aside on the auspices of the table needing more milk, but takes the opportunity to thank me.

Denise: "Cyd, I just wanted to tell you how amazlng this weekend was!"
Me: (Thinking, you make your own fun, I just give you a place to fuck) "Great!"
Denise: "No, I don't think you understand. My husband and I got together about 8 years ago. At the time, we were both married to other people and when his wife found out she attacked me and bit off my finger and things have never been the same until this weekend!"
Me: "Which finger?"

It turns out Denise wears a prosthetic pinky! She also has really long fingers and the fake pinky starts almost at her hand. I can only think she either did something really special with that pinky, or the attack just ripped something inside of her to make things between the philanderers different. But apparently, I helped them with that. Fast forward to about 6 months later and I get a call from her.

Denise: "Hi Cyd, it's me, Denise! We want to come back to the inn since we had such a good time."
Me: "Who? I'm sorry, I don't remember a lot of names."
Denise: "You know, the finger lady!"

That got me right back to it. So now I still remember her as the finger lady and still don't remember her name.