5
I don’t know why I’m surprised when the front desk clerk gives me a blank stare. I have her check under my name, Ruthie’s, T.J.’s, the show, and everything else I can think of.
“Look, lady, we don’t have a reservation for you, and we are booked to capacity.”
Scanning the room, I look for anyone related to the show, who might be able to clear this up. The only person I recognize in the lobby is the cameraman standing just behind me. I turn to him and plead, “Can you please tell them that I’m part of the show, or let me know where I can find someone who can?”
He silently stares at me, but keeps the camera rolling. Annoyed, I snap, “You’re about as helpful as a statue.”
The man filming me has no reaction whatsoever. The woman behind the desk is done with me. “Ma’am, there are registere
