I lost it at “One-Eyed Sty”
I worked in a hotel for a summer and I experienced many oddities. We once had a family stay with us that brought two extra televisions with them, had a knack for listening in at conversation at the front desk, and regularly asked for extra shampoos even though they smelled like pickles.
Once I went into a room that had been basically turned into a large refrigerator, with the tub filled with ice and pizzas being cooled by the AC unit. They had also stripped the beds and balled our linens up and thrown them in a chair. In that tub of ice, I found three cosmic brownies, a bunch of bananas, and an empty bottle of vodka.
Another room had been ransacked by a baseball team and they left us a “tip” of pennies that spelled out: “LOL”.
Another room had a young family with small children and a snotty mother who thought the world owed her everything. Apparently, she had been shaving her legs while on the phone in the living area and her child caused her to cut herself and she bled all over the place, she covered it in white towels and told us it was like that when she got there when I had been the one to clean it before and there was no blood on the mattresses.
We had to stop the car because the trees were moving too fast.
When people tell me my tattoos aren’t ladylike…. Seriously, it’s not your body, it’s not your canvas, so you can NOT tell me what to put on it.
I was visiting my gal pals up at Northern Michigan University (I go to a community college at home) and we were just sitting there, digesting the special brownie that I had brought with me and while our other friend was down the hall, some random guy just walked into the room and asked where he could find some acid. We told him to try down the hall. Not long after that, we began to feel the effects of the brownie and decided to eat the entire contents of their mini fridge, snack cupboard, and the munchies I had brought with me.
The next morning, the girls had forgotten about the guy asking for acid AND that we had eaten all their food.