My Hen and I spent a week end at the local Ritz. We had never been there before, checked in on Friday, leaving on Monday. Sunday afternoon, we got a personal note 'welcoming me back'. Huh? Sunday evening and Monday morning at the lounge a little (ok, maybe a lot) more attention, "Welcome back", etc.. Come Monday morning, called for our car and was told "Dr Turkey, is there anything else we can do for you this morning?". Huh, "DR Turkey".

It's not like my last name is Smith or Wilson. There are not many 'Turkeys' here in the States (or elsewhere, especially after dinner time today).

Guess, Dr Turkey is high the VIP list!