rhetorical flourish

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I stayed in a hotel at the end of January, stupidly leaving my clothes hanging in its closet. When I got home and realized my mistake, I called the hotel. "I'll check with housekeeping and call you back tomorrow," said the clerk. A week passed. No call.

Week 2, I made a request through their web site, their "preferred method" for handling this. Bupkis.

Week 3, I called again. Housekeeping assured me that they'd call me right back. You can see where this is headed.

Week 5, I was back in town and asked about my clothes in person. I explained my previous three ignored requests, and the clerk accurately determined that I was not being punted again. Miraculously, she returned with a bag containing my clothes. All was forgiven. I thanked her profusely.

She was visibly annoyed. "Yeah. Well," she snapped."You're just lucky we still had them. Normally we throw these things out after four weeks. You waited five."

Let's skip ahead in time 30 seconds.

"Sir, I do not appreciate your using that sort of inappropriate language with me," she said, avoiding eye contact.

"Really? Because if this isn't the perfect moment to use 'bumblefucks,' I can't imagine what is."