Tuesday, May 5, 2009

What a hotel room did to me

I am haunted at night by the spirits of hotel rooms past.

There had been a time when I traveled quite a lot on business. But at night I float off to a hotel room far away in time The day's work done, I telephoned home to check on the youngsters. It appears there had been a screaming match happening in my absence. "Can you simply quiet down a bit," I revealed into the telephone. "YOU shut up," I heard the person in the following room snarl. I can't even here myself think," I bitched into the telephone. I have had almost enough of you," the fellow on the opposite side of the wall screamed. I hung up the telephone, thinking how thin the walls were.

As I was closing my doorway, the person from the subsequent room appeared. I was going to ask him why he had roared at me thru the wall whilst I was attempting to discipline my youngsters, when he called to me, "Hey you. Why did you must heckle me?" All of a sudden, I knew how thin the walls were.

If you're less lucky, you get "Turn down the lightness on your Television .

Just so long as you do not look under the mattress to find a 1976 copy of Businessweek Mag and theatre tickets to a 1982 showing of The Music Man.

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