No, I was not going to be able to shrug off the "breathing problem, " as I had called it, trying to minimize its impact, even though it had completely bamboozled me on the air.
The staff nimbly handled my requests, a bartender graciously accommodated my curveball order of a "nonsweet Mojito, " and a spa front desk attendant calledme "milady" as he asked my slipper size--an unscripted moment that was even sweeter when I recalled my first visit.