I didn't have any clients scheduled so that I could do paperwork all day, so when they came by unexpectedly, the front receptionist sent them back to my office.
They came back a minute later saying that they couldn't find me there. She suggested I might be in the parlor.
The receptionist gently told them, "I meant she might be in the bathroom."
When my oldest boy comes home from work tonight, I'm going to ask him if he found the parlor yet. Heh!
P.S. I found the beautiful parlor picture at www.martincoryellhouse.com. Oh, and I was actually in the file room!
Have a great evening!