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Usually, I'd HAPPILY just add on to the stories of the night, but this ass deserves his own thread. I've had NO problem with the bikers all night, except the ones that teased me about getting breakfast early, and even I can handle that.
So about 4.. Sammi's leaving.. it's nice.. quiet.. then a cab pulls up, and quiet goes right out the window. No more content SHW. Nope. Now I have 5 people walking in, one who keeps saying he's the mayors son (BS on way too many counts..) the lady keeps trying to trade Sammi food for her pizza, a guy asked if he could have some..
then they trudge upstairs to their room. I'm at the LANDING just inside the main door (Which leads to the stairs) and I can hear them on THIRD floor. So I trudge up, and the lady has gone in her room, being quiet. (Thank gods) but the guy is muttering. Seeing me in the door (And I'm standing arms crossed with a dark look, letting him KNOW he ruined my silence.), "What? You gonna kick me out?"
Me, with no niceness whatsoever. "I can. If I get a noise complaint, I will. I warned you when you came in, this floor was full of workers that get up early. If you wake them up, I will throw you out."
Him with a sneer, "You and what army?"
Cue the menacing smile, "Who needs an army? You're drunk. I'd need one officer and myself. Noise stays down, or you go."
"I'm the mayors son, I paid good money-" See, this line is getting old.
So.. I cut him off. "So did everyone else in this hotel. However, none of them are giving me the trouble you are. Go to your room and be quiet. Or you good money becomes my hotels money, and you get to sleep in your car."
So about 4.. Sammi's leaving.. it's nice.. quiet.. then a cab pulls up, and quiet goes right out the window. No more content SHW. Nope. Now I have 5 people walking in, one who keeps saying he's the mayors son (BS on way too many counts..) the lady keeps trying to trade Sammi food for her pizza, a guy asked if he could have some..
then they trudge upstairs to their room. I'm at the LANDING just inside the main door (Which leads to the stairs) and I can hear them on THIRD floor. So I trudge up, and the lady has gone in her room, being quiet. (Thank gods) but the guy is muttering. Seeing me in the door (And I'm standing arms crossed with a dark look, letting him KNOW he ruined my silence.), "What? You gonna kick me out?"
Me, with no niceness whatsoever. "I can. If I get a noise complaint, I will. I warned you when you came in, this floor was full of workers that get up early. If you wake them up, I will throw you out."
Him with a sneer, "You and what army?"
Cue the menacing smile, "Who needs an army? You're drunk. I'd need one officer and myself. Noise stays down, or you go."
"I'm the mayors son, I paid good money-" See, this line is getting old.
So.. I cut him off. "So did everyone else in this hotel. However, none of them are giving me the trouble you are. Go to your room and be quiet. Or you good money becomes my hotels money, and you get to sleep in your car."
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