Mayflower Hotel

One of my best friends from High School comes to New York on business every six months or so. He always stays at a very old and Nostalgic hotel called The Mayflower on Central Park West and West 59th Street. As the elevator doors were closing on my way up to meet him for dinner, a girls foot caught them just in time so she wouldn't have to wait for another car. Now, normally, I have learned that you mind your own business and don't talk to strangers as much as I would have in Texas, but this girl had a huge mixing bowl in her arms with a very unappetizing green mixture, and a baby bottle. "Looks like someone has an interesting dinner planned for tonight", I said, as I turned my southern accent up just a tad. "Tell me about it", she said, "I have a baby lion in my hotel room". I just smiled and turned to look up at the numbers illuminating in the elevator, as we all do when we want to give someone as much space as possible. But I couldn't help wondering. No matter how horrible of a child someone has, they never refer to him or her as a lion. So my curiosity got the best of me, and I turned to ask, "Did you say baby lion?" "Yes, I have a baby male West African Lion with me in my hotel room, and before I could even ask, she said "would you like to see him?" Now, I love animals, especially doggies and kitty cats, and I was not going to pass up this rare opportunity. "Sure!"