“Thank you for calling the Milton Hotels. How may I help you?” a woman greets, her voice high-pitched. “I'd like to book every available room for the night.” There's a pause. “I-I'm sorry, you said all available rooms?” “Yes, please. Every single room. Until you're fully booked and don't have a single fucking one to spare.” “Uhm, okay. Sure.” Once that's done, I proceed to call every hotel within a thirty-mile radius and book them out, too.
