Tiny Pineapple

Now there’s a line not unfamiliar to myself. ;-)

Hopefully you will be soon.

Stop yer bawlin’.

(Actually, this title reminds me…

We were in Paris one summer (I’m not bragging, I’m merely stating the setting), and the fellow who manned the desk at our hotel most of the day was from Eastern Europe. He’d leap on us each time we emerged from the 2’x2’ elevator and vigorously assault us with English phrases, so as to make the best use of his tutors while we were both available and free.
One evening he proudly and loudly announced that it was his birthday, so we all hooted and sang and made a big deal about it. That sealed the deal: we were his favorites.
Later we were doing laundry in the bathtub and used up every dry towel, washcloth and kleenex in the place trying to wring out our undies. Rus called the desk and asked if someone could possibly bring up some more towels.

Desk Guy’s response: “No. I am lonely.”

How do you respond to something like that? After a startled pause, Rus began by saying, “I’m sorry…” when the guy interruped with, “No! Wait! I am alone. I cannot leave the desk…”)