“But we’re booked in!” The man was starting to get agitated.
“Please calm yourself, sir.” The receptionist reasoned. “We have no reservations for the name Jones.”
“My wife made the bookings herself. Here she comes now.”
A small lady walked into the lobby, pushing, pulling and carrying four heavy suitcases. She arrived at the desk.
“I’m sorry, Mrs Jones, you aren’t in the system.” The receptionist confirmed.
“Try the name Smith” she said, grinning devilishly.
Another entry for Red’s Flash in the Pan. This time, the word limit is 75, and, according to my word count thingy, I’ve maxed out, and used the full 75 word limit. The theme, as it says on the tin, is Reservations.