This is a short one, but equally as ridiculous as the rest.
(It's 11:39pm and a younger gentleman strolls into my lobby wearing a Bill Cosby sweater, silk pajama pants and loafers. After frantically inquiring as to where the restroom is, racing off and then returning, the conversation goes as follows...)
Me- How can I help you sir?
(really awkwardly and without making eye contact...)
Guest- I just need a room for tonight.
Me- Okay well, I just need to see your drivers license and credit card and well getcha all set up.
(guest begins pulling his cards out of his wallet then still without looking at me he says...)
Guest- I feel like I know you. Your voice is so familiar.
(immediately realizing I've got a stage 5 creeper on my hands, I try to steer clear.)
Me: Oh.. Ha ha. I get that a lot. I must have one of those voices... :0/
Guest: No, I know I've heard it before... Keep talking, I'll figure it out.
(now I'm completely creeped out...)
Me: I sure can't imagine where you would've heard it (nervous laugh). Okay, I just need you to sign here and fill out this vehicle information for me.
(he starts filling out the info)
Guest- Your voice just sounds so familiar! Do you game online at all? OMG, Vixen753?!?!
Me- Err, no.
Guest- Oh, well, you sound just like her.
I wish I could have seen the look on my face. Of all the people in the world to sound like... I get Vixen753. Thats the story of my life. That's the story of Abby... Srsly.