One time, a hooker came up to the front desk after her “meeting” and asked for a cookie. She had that mucusy phlegm expression on her face like she just put something viscous and sticky in her mouth that didn’t[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The first time I saw a prostitute, I had no idea. I was working at the hotel and some lady came in wearing a trench coat and high heels. She walked directly to the elevator. 15 minutes later, she walked[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
So, there I was, working at the front desk, when I hear this voice grunting, “Hey” in a gravelly tone. It takes a few tries for him to get my attention. I peek around the corner and there is a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Listen you nasty fuckers that do unholy and unspeakable things in hotel rooms, some poor bastard has to clean that up. More than once, that someone was me. If you need a plunger, that’s cool. Things happen. But don’t make[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The lady that was the front office manager was such a stickler! The actual rule was that you could have a beard, you just couldn’t grow a beard. There were a couple of times that I tried. My shift was[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
A couple of things about this. One, I was forever referred to as a lazy piece of shit by Diabla. What’s funny about that is that she was actually the lazy one. Two, I really did want to focus on[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Two days before my wedding, my friends got me drunk. When we got up the next day, I was still drunk. Rockin’ the shades, we arrived from the hotel to the house, where I got the wrath. Apparently, we were[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I grew a moustache exactly once. It was not good. I looked like a member of the Village People. I think I have a picture of me with a moustache to serve as a reminder: Never Again.
Diabla was a few years older than me and graduated while we were dating. Once she was done with school, she thought California would be a good place to find a job in her career. We were also getting married[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
One day, I was driving Diabla’s Ford Explorer (her mother’s car). I had gone off to rent a movie or something. I was listening to Pearl Jam’s Elderly Woman Behind The Counter. It was raining, as was frequently the case.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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