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Sunday, May 07, 2006 Bad Mood Dude, Workbits

Right now, there’s someone cursing and fuming down in room service. Not that I can hear him, but I can imagine.

It’s past four-thirty a.m., but the people in the next room are up! Boy! Are they up! I don’t remember when exactly I first emerged from Sleepyland, but I think I could pick her voice out in a crowd. His was low and muffled, at least until Room Service showed up.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Room service!”

[lots of talking, but not conversational, and certainly not to the guy in the hall]

KNOCK KNOCK

“Room service!”

“Not now, please!” His voice is suddenly clear and professional, “Just leave it in the hall.” And then, in less polite tones, “Leave it in the hall!

I giggled. I could just see the guy’s face out there, with his tray of chicken strips and nachos.* He wants to bring this tray in. He doesn’t want to leave it in the hall. He at least wants the guy to come to the door and sign the check, but the occupant is clearly in Yo No Comprendo The Englese territory.

You see, in this hotel, they don’t add gratuity to the check. They leave that to the guest. It’s not a popular policy, from what I’ve gathered. So he left.

I’m pretty sure somebody else got tipped, though. They showered, ate, and talked (loudly) about the state of the local economy, and the relative returns in different market sectors. Sweet holy bagels. I’m dying in here.

Oh, no. Not again.

I cannot believe this. I want to sleep so badly. Unfortunately I have MOM EARS and hear EVERYTHING.

Haaaaaaaaa, he wants to call a cab or something for her, but he can’t figure out the dialing. “You know what? I pay for the room, the parking, everything, but with what they charge to make a call I’d just as soon take you to a pay phone.”

Niiice.

She finally reaches someone and has a loud conversation in Vietnamese. But it’s not her ride. She’s still taking a cab. They finally settle up. “First things first: you get your ass home. Ain’t no department stores open at five-thirty on a Sunday morning.” There was more mumbling, and then, “Now, I have your number. Tomorrow, I’ll take you anywhere you want, baby. Anywhere.”

Can you take her to the Hilton down the street?

*sob*

God, I hope I don’t run into him at the elevators.

*muzak*

*CORRECTION: It was clam chowder, turkey wraps, and BBQ potato chips. I nearly tripped over the cart outside my room.