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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Thursday, July 13, 2006 |
| I Wish I Didn't Live Here |
What I wouldn't give to be in Toronto right now.
So, my lovely night, that is what you shall hear about.
It started off fine: a little chat with my sexy waiter friend, a couple of random check ins, a pick up attempt by a very drunk but kind of cute guy, nothing fqntastic or anything. Then a old grade school friend comes in. I should've known things were wrong when she started out saying "You're Nada, no, Nadine, no, Nadina. Nadina, right?" Close but not quite my drunk friend. "Hey! We used to be best friends. That's crazy, I haven't seen you in almost 10 years. Are you still living in Braeside? Cos I heard you sold your house." All these words are slurred or she has a lisp, but I don't remember any lisp. She rented a room, everything was fine. 20 minutes later I get a call from the room next to hers "Uh, is somebody going to do something about the noise." Noise, what noise, right away mam. Sure enough it's her room. I knock on the door several times for to no answer. Finally, instead of coming to the door a guy yells "What?" I need to ask you to be quiet, please, thank you very much. This is hotel speak for "Shut the fuck up you douchebag, you're disturbing me and the guests". Then, everything is quiet. I go back up 5 minutes later to make sure and luckily it is quiet.
Ahhhh, back to computer work where I don't have to talk, because my jaw is in ridiculous pain tonight. But everything, of course is not alright. The loud guy in the room, who is actually the guy who hit on me, has brought his loud friends and himself in to our lounge where they ignore me and make a (minor) drug deal. One of them is clearly agitated; he bangs his head against the glass door, yells "C'mon guys", then leaves.
Once again, just when I think they are gone they are not. I hear this crazy/loud banging noise coming from one of the locked entrances. When I go upstairs to check it out, there is the jerk who slammed his head against the glass door earlier. I told him to leave if he's not a guest. The scrawny little fucker leaves, and I don't see him again.
Later on, my sexy waiter friend comes to the desk looking distressed. He has with him the grade school friend. He tells me the situation, then she does. Then she asks for her money back. I do it because it's nice when I can screw over the hotel just a little bit. The guys have no taken over the room and are toroughly creeping the girl and her friend out. Also, they won't leave. Just great. Now, I've had it. I've told them several times now to shut up and they haven't, now they are in an unpaid room. I called the cops. The guy on the phone was very nice and overly calm. When the po-lice arrived I took them up to the room, 2 of the many guys that had been there tonight were in the hallway, I looked at them and said are you guys out yet. They said yes. Did you know the girls left. What? I guess they didn't realise they were creepy bastards. Then the third guy came around the corner and in front of the cops in his seediest voice he said "who's got the weed around here?" He didn't see the cops because he was doing a most ungraceful pirouette as he turned the corner. "Well it sure isn't us." one of the cops replied. I laughed in my head. When I looked down the hall he came out of I saw a random girl standing there, she yelled to the idiot, but he was already talking to the cops. When I turned to see why they weren't following me to the room I witnessed the reunion of one of the officers to one of the obnoxious morons. They're friends. How typical in this town. When the cops finally came to the room the girl grabbed her bag and started leaving. She was crying so hard. The police looked around the room a bit, basically just staring at the mess the dipshits left. The random girl kept turning around and looking at me as she walked away. I asked if she was ok, than she turned back and kept walking and crying and randomly muttering, "Oh, god" to herself.
The police were tools. At least the one guy was. I turned off all the lights and tv, then shut the door. The police were gone when I went downstairs. The random girl was not. She was still bawling. I asked her again if she was okay, except this time she didn't ignore me. She just kept saying "I'll be okay" and "I'm so glad you came to the room" and "Thank you for being so nice". I don't know what they did to her but you can be sure it wasn't good. Crying and shaking is the last thing you want to see a guest do. To see anybody do for that matter. "I just want to get out of here and away from them." is pretty much the only other thing she said. Poor girl. She may have went there willing, but I'm sure she wasn't free to leave.
After that crazy mess, the bartender brought me her cash out, keys, and some lovely stories of her worst night ever. She was going crazy, I was goong crazy; being able to relate is nice. We stepped outside and offered me a, uh, smoke. Of course my lighter is worth shit so it lit hers and not mine. So we got creative. The point is, we each had half and then they went out. I got to keep the rest and now am slightly more relaxed for the ridiculous amount of work that has piled up.
And there is my completly true tale. Now to lie down and die.
martini kisses
"I'm like a beggar with no luck." |
posted by Fucking Bingo @ 3:14 AM  |
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i have no idea what you are saying
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Someone just said it to me today, and I thought it was hilarious.
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