Another intern and I became friends over the course of summer. During her first week, she was asked to bring a document to the Republican House Cloakroom. She took the task eagerly because it was important and she was the only intern who knew where this so-called Cloakroom was in the Capitol building. While en route to her destination, I got a call from her. As a former page myself, she needed help getting around. Intern: I just brought this document to coat check and they wouldn't take it.
Me: Why are you at coat check?
Intern: I was told to go to the cloak room. I thought they were the same thing.
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