Even though decades have gone by since I worked in a hotel, I was
mistaken for one of the staff this evening as I biked along the Rideau
River, when a red-winged blackbird shouted, "MON CONCIE-E-E-ERGE!" right
in my ear.
I thought, "Sorry, bird, I was never a concierge. I was a janitor, nothing more."
But then other blackbirds hollered, "Parapluie! Parapluie!" as if I were a doorman on a wet night.
So, yes -- I've been promoted!
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