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My 3 AM Wake-Up Call
Apr. 14th, 2008 02:43 pmLast night was interesting. I went to the hotel pub for a pint and a sandwich that I basically had to go get myself. Not a good start for the hotel pub, seeing how it's the first visit this week.
I went to bed around midnight and was snoozing heavily when I heard this pounding in the hallway. At first I thought it was a kid or something in the room next door and I patiently prayed it would quit on its own. It kept going .. and going.. and going. Finally, I looked up and saw it was 3 AM. So I threw on my PJ bottoms and opened to the door to find some bleached-blonde chick in a pink dress that was so short that we'd call it a halter top in the States. She was continuously knocking on the door across from me.
At the same time, a lady from across the hall had opened her door and asked what the hell was going on? The blonde was pounding on the next door and asked if one of us would call the room.
"Umm.. honey.. that's what the reception desk is for!" I said groggily.
The lady across the hall relented and called. We heard the phone ring in the room with no answer. The sleepy lady across from me told her to quit pounding and waking up everyone and just go to the desk.
I shut the door and tried to go back to bed only to hear a car alarm go off in the parking lot outside my window. I thought, darn her, that blonde has tried to get into the car next. The next sound was that of a police car siren, very short and to the point... then silence. I hope they took her in.
The drama of life, it is everywhere. Even at freakin' 3 AM.
I went to bed around midnight and was snoozing heavily when I heard this pounding in the hallway. At first I thought it was a kid or something in the room next door and I patiently prayed it would quit on its own. It kept going .. and going.. and going. Finally, I looked up and saw it was 3 AM. So I threw on my PJ bottoms and opened to the door to find some bleached-blonde chick in a pink dress that was so short that we'd call it a halter top in the States. She was continuously knocking on the door across from me.
At the same time, a lady from across the hall had opened her door and asked what the hell was going on? The blonde was pounding on the next door and asked if one of us would call the room.
"Umm.. honey.. that's what the reception desk is for!" I said groggily.
The lady across the hall relented and called. We heard the phone ring in the room with no answer. The sleepy lady across from me told her to quit pounding and waking up everyone and just go to the desk.
I shut the door and tried to go back to bed only to hear a car alarm go off in the parking lot outside my window. I thought, darn her, that blonde has tried to get into the car next. The next sound was that of a police car siren, very short and to the point... then silence. I hope they took her in.
The drama of life, it is everywhere. Even at freakin' 3 AM.
