“Good evening, I have a room for
tonight.”
“Sorry no rooms tonight.”
“Oh, no, no, I have a reservation.”
“No rooms for tonight.”
“No, see this says I have a room here
tonight.” I show the counter guy the reservation.
“Yes you have a reservation for
tonight, but there are no rooms.”
“Well where should I stay then?”
Guy behind counter shrugs.
“Okay but when I booked I paid for
tonight.”
Guy behind counter shrugs.
“Who should I talk to about this?”
“Tomorrow the manager will be here in
the morning.”
I look down at my feet, take a deep
breath, look back at him and say, “Okay”
Then I proceed to walk down the street
and find a shady ass hotel for $10 a night. Pay, leave my shit in the
room while I go eat dinner and about halfway though the meal, get a
little freaked out that I left all of my clothes in a hotel that
costs $10 a night. Even if they aren't stolen, I'm pretty sure that I
will bring Tunisian bedbugs with me to Egypt.
This story ends with a long night being
eaten alive by misquotes in a cheap hotel. But, thats okay because
nothing bad ever happened with misquotes and Africa, right?
One got me on the eyelid while I was
sleeping and now I look funny because one eye opens only part of the
way.
We'll see if they have a room for me today.
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