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The scene:
It's Saturday night and there's a college home game. The hotel is packed, the city is hectic, and, because of the victory over our rival team, the drunks are out in force.
Our cast:
FDG: Front desk guy. He's new but crafty.
DGuy: Drunk guy. He's drunk, angry, and isn't afraid of you.
DGirl: Drunk girl. She's drunk, innocent, and isn't afraid to cry.
MC: Master criminal. She's trying to figure out how her perfect crime was discovered.
Officer 1 and 2: The police.
Act 1: Discussing crime in a loud voice is a good idea.
Dguy and Dgirl enter the lobby and want to check in. FDG is on it.
MC enters: "Look what I found in the taxi!" In a clear voice, easily heard through the lobby. She is referring to an expensive purse in her hand.
The three stooges now attempt to pay for their room. Not having adequate cash, MC pulls a credit card from the purse and whispers in a loud voice: "We should use this!"
FDG: Sure I can take that card, do you have ID?
Dguy, Dgurl, MC: catbuttface, panic, card goes away and Dguy's card is used instead.
The trio get to their rooms and the FD supervisor calls the police about a potential stolen purse. I am notified and collect the MoD (Manager on duty). We go to the lobby to get the story and wait for the police.
Act 2: I'm just holding it for a friend.
The police arrive and the two officers, the MoD, and I all head to the room.
Officer 1 knocks, announces police.
???: muffled whispers from the room. "I don't know who it is. I don't see anyone."
Officer 1: knocks again. "POLICE, please open the door."
???: frantic, mumbled whispering is heard. After a delay of half a minute or so, the door opens and the two officers enter, propping the door open behind them.
At this point, there are several angry comments, some CSI cracks, some denial, some faked confusion. Here are a couple of the highlights:
MC: "It's my friends purse."
Officer 2: "OK, no problem, what's your friend's name?"
MC: "I was out with like 10 friends!"
Officer 2: "OK, well, I know all the names of my friends, so why don't you tell me their names."
MC: Starts naming random names, clearly hoping to hit the jackpot and get it right. Jackpot is not won.
Dguy gets really angry now and Dgirl is bawling and unable to form words.
Dguy: "What's the big deal?!? Did we use a card, NO, it's on my card. What's the big deal, we didn't do anything, we didn't use a card!!! What is this CSI!?! We didn't use a card, it's on my card."
Dgirl: "I don't understand." Ah, bloo bloo bloo.
Dguy: "This isn't Law and Order. Just take the purse, we didn't do anything, we didn't use a card, we used MY card! Just take it, jeeze, what's the problem!?!"
Eventually the nice officers escort MC out of the room in handcuffs and depart with her and the purse.
Act 3: I'm telling my daddy on you!
Fast forward 20 minutes. Parents of MC are staying at the hotel too.
Enter: MC's parents, grandfather.
Dguy and dad are getting in FDG's face. MoD and I arrive at the front desk and get between them and the clerk, sending FDG to the back area.
Dad (also drunk): "What happened, YOU sent my daughter to jail! Were they even real cops!?! YOU can't send my daughter to jail like that!"
MoD: "Sir, I cannot discuss the details, you'll need to contact the police for any information."
Dad: "Nobody pulls a gun on my little girl and sticks it to her head! This is bullshit!"
(Note: at no time were any weapons involved in the process.)
MoD: "Sir, I don't know all the details, you'll need to speak with the police."
Mom: "Dear, calm down, their getting the police phone number. We'll talk..." is cut off by raging dad.
Grandpa: "There must be some misunderstanding. She's just the nicest person, always helping people out, and..." also cut off by raging dad.
Dad: "What do you mean you can't talk about it. Oh, I get it. You're going to have to be subpoenaed eh?"
Me: "Sir, you need to speak with the police. This conversation is over."
Mom: "Come on, that's enough!"
And that's where we are at currently. Haven't heard any new information but I will drop in and update if there's anything further.
It's Saturday night and there's a college home game. The hotel is packed, the city is hectic, and, because of the victory over our rival team, the drunks are out in force.
Our cast:
FDG: Front desk guy. He's new but crafty.
DGuy: Drunk guy. He's drunk, angry, and isn't afraid of you.
DGirl: Drunk girl. She's drunk, innocent, and isn't afraid to cry.
MC: Master criminal. She's trying to figure out how her perfect crime was discovered.
Officer 1 and 2: The police.
Act 1: Discussing crime in a loud voice is a good idea.
Dguy and Dgirl enter the lobby and want to check in. FDG is on it.
MC enters: "Look what I found in the taxi!" In a clear voice, easily heard through the lobby. She is referring to an expensive purse in her hand.
The three stooges now attempt to pay for their room. Not having adequate cash, MC pulls a credit card from the purse and whispers in a loud voice: "We should use this!"
FDG: Sure I can take that card, do you have ID?
Dguy, Dgurl, MC: catbuttface, panic, card goes away and Dguy's card is used instead.
The trio get to their rooms and the FD supervisor calls the police about a potential stolen purse. I am notified and collect the MoD (Manager on duty). We go to the lobby to get the story and wait for the police.
Act 2: I'm just holding it for a friend.
The police arrive and the two officers, the MoD, and I all head to the room.
Officer 1 knocks, announces police.
???: muffled whispers from the room. "I don't know who it is. I don't see anyone."
Officer 1: knocks again. "POLICE, please open the door."
???: frantic, mumbled whispering is heard. After a delay of half a minute or so, the door opens and the two officers enter, propping the door open behind them.
At this point, there are several angry comments, some CSI cracks, some denial, some faked confusion. Here are a couple of the highlights:
MC: "It's my friends purse."
Officer 2: "OK, no problem, what's your friend's name?"
MC: "I was out with like 10 friends!"
Officer 2: "OK, well, I know all the names of my friends, so why don't you tell me their names."
MC: Starts naming random names, clearly hoping to hit the jackpot and get it right. Jackpot is not won.
Dguy gets really angry now and Dgirl is bawling and unable to form words.
Dguy: "What's the big deal?!? Did we use a card, NO, it's on my card. What's the big deal, we didn't do anything, we didn't use a card!!! What is this CSI!?! We didn't use a card, it's on my card."
Dgirl: "I don't understand." Ah, bloo bloo bloo.
Dguy: "This isn't Law and Order. Just take the purse, we didn't do anything, we didn't use a card, we used MY card! Just take it, jeeze, what's the problem!?!"
Eventually the nice officers escort MC out of the room in handcuffs and depart with her and the purse.
Act 3: I'm telling my daddy on you!
Fast forward 20 minutes. Parents of MC are staying at the hotel too.
Enter: MC's parents, grandfather.
Dguy and dad are getting in FDG's face. MoD and I arrive at the front desk and get between them and the clerk, sending FDG to the back area.
Dad (also drunk): "What happened, YOU sent my daughter to jail! Were they even real cops!?! YOU can't send my daughter to jail like that!"
MoD: "Sir, I cannot discuss the details, you'll need to contact the police for any information."
Dad: "Nobody pulls a gun on my little girl and sticks it to her head! This is bullshit!"
(Note: at no time were any weapons involved in the process.)
MoD: "Sir, I don't know all the details, you'll need to speak with the police."
Mom: "Dear, calm down, their getting the police phone number. We'll talk..." is cut off by raging dad.
Grandpa: "There must be some misunderstanding. She's just the nicest person, always helping people out, and..." also cut off by raging dad.
Dad: "What do you mean you can't talk about it. Oh, I get it. You're going to have to be subpoenaed eh?"
Me: "Sir, you need to speak with the police. This conversation is over."
Mom: "Come on, that's enough!"
And that's where we are at currently. Haven't heard any new information but I will drop in and update if there's anything further.
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