them bikes was like waaaaaaaaahh
To those of you who may have seen that Citibank tv commercial featuring the two old ladies who had their credit card numbers stolen by a couple of rednecks, I have now lived it.
No I did not have my credit card numbers stolen, but I think I have met the characters that the commercial was based upon. Let me recount for you, dear reader the events of the last few days.
I am currently in Manassas, VA travelling on behalf of my benevolent employer, CollegeIworkAt. So I had some college fairs to do last night and I got back to my room late-ish and was settling in for a day off today. I was going to sleep in late, get some food, maybe take a walk out to the battlefield and enjoy my day off, since I had to work Sunday. Well, there would be events that would prevent me from taking full advantage of my day off.
I went to bed really looking forward to my day off. At around 4:15 this morning, I was awakened to the sounds of people slamming the door. My first thought was that it was check-out time already and the people next door or whatever were checking out because there was a lot of loud talking. When I fully awakened I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was indeed 4:15 AM and that to my horror, the people next door were not checking out, but checking in.
These clearly drunken huckleberry hound/Foghorn Leghorn-esque retards were having quite a scintillating coversation at about 230 decibels. Why so loud, you ask? Well when you crank your tv up to full volume while watching infomercials, you kind of have to yell to one another. Especially, when your conversation involves a bunch of incomprehensible hillbilly jibberish interspersed with discussions on various parts of the female anatomy. OH yes, capital knockers, madame.
The depths of alcoholism never cease to amaze me. These guys checked into their room, barely able to stand ( I could hear them bashing into furniture then laughing - you guys are too much! I never knew walking into a chair while in a drunken stupor could be SO funny- ha HA!) and then for the next hour or so, I could hear them throwing empty can after empty can against the walls in their room. So eventually these drunken louts fell asleep and so was I able to as well. So this morning I had to run a few errands and I came back to the room and I am sitting there and my air conditioner cycles off and what do I hear? The sound of beer cans being opened. Seriously guys, did you have to do this at a hotel or are you afraid of messing up the furniture in your trailer or at the YMCA? To each their own, you know?
