It's funny--wait, you know what? I'm tired of saying, "It's funny." It's starting to sound like "nice" to me. Instead, how about we consider this: Holy fuck! Who knew fate liked to see the tree twist in the wind so much. I guess the resistance leads to stronger living. And it always comes down to the smallest moments, the most obscure, seemingly inconsequential decisions that can bring about monumental life plot points.
I answered the phone. I could've just as easily let it ring--all the guests were checked in, I was on my way out the door with Max, I mad missed maybe twenty calls that night--but I answered it anyways. I dropped my bag, sat down and said, "Venice Breeze Suites, this is Brian."
