They showed up this afternoon.  Two ladies.  Came to make reservations for a group coming next month.  One (the leader) looked like she was the president of the hookers club.  Dressed in a long, black, flowing robe.  Long hair.  Thick eye shadow.  Painted on eyebrows.  Fake eyelashes.  Layers of purple lipstick.  Long nails.  Claws really.  She talked about how they wanted to help ladies go deeper into God.  Her words and her  appearance didn't match, but who am I to judge.

They spent a considerable amount of time trying to convince me to give them a major discount on the price.  I kept saying "NO" but they never gave up.  Finally I got tired of the conversation and told them we weren't going to talk about it anymore.  It was futile.  Our price is our price.  If they didn't like it, they were free to go somewhere else.  We would not be upset with them.  But no more discussion.  Besides, all this endless chatter was not glorifying to God.  So they gave up, said they would have to talk with their pastor, and left.

Whew!  Glad to see them go.  Told Francis and Doris all about them and then went back to work.  Not five minutes later Francis came to tell me that my "best friends" were back!  Sure enough...there they were.  They had phoned their pastor and were told to go ahead and made the reservation.  They even gave a deposit to secure the reservation.  No more arguing, badgering, or begging.  

Actually, this is a very common occurrence.  Bartering is a way of life out here, and it translates into Shiloh, too.  But you cannot go to the Hilton and beat the price down.  It does not work that way.  We are like the Hilton.  Well, except for the fact that they are bigger and fancier than us.  Otherwise we are just the same.