My husband didn’t believe me when I told him about it. Even when I showed him the menu he was aghast. While at the Midwinter ALA Conference I had the great good fortune to share a room with three other fine and fabulous ladies. The first night I found my pillow to be flat and uncomfortable. The second night, we noticed this little slip of paper sitting on our sidetable.
Needless to say, I took advantage of the offer and was mighty glad I did. When I grow up, I want to become a Seaport Pillow Librarian. Either that or a Dream Butler. I haven’t made up my mind yet.
Matt, for the record, is convinced that this entire menu is code of some sort.