She sulked but took the cereal.
Tuesday night, I initiated “quiet hours” by turning off the Wi-Fi at 11 p.m. When she stomped out of her room in protest, I explained it was part of our new “security protocol.”
By Wednesday, I added laminated signs wherever I cleaned her messes:
“Housekeeping in Progress – Do Not Disturb.”
Bathroom, kitchen, living room—you name it. She hated them.
Thursday, I stopped cooking. Instead, I left a stack of takeout menus in her room. When she asked what was for dinner, I chirped, “I figured you’d want to choose! Guests deserve variety.”
On Sunday, I placed an envelope on her dresser. Inside: a mock invoice.
Laundry Service – $50
Maid Service – $30
Coffee & Breakfast Supplies – $20
Hospitality Fee – $15
At the bottom, I’d written, “Thanks for staying at the Family B&B! Kindly settle your bill by the end of your visit.”
