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At Least I Wasn't Wearing My Superman Ones

July 24, 2007 11:17 PM

o, here's what I did on the night before the second day of my bar exam.

I had come back to the hotel pretty early. I decided I was hungry, so I decided that I was going to order room service bercause--fuck it, why not? So, I ordered up a club sandwhich and they said it'd be here in a few minutes. They asked me if I wanted anything to drink, and I said "no thanks."

But I did want something to drink. I wanted water, which is what I drink almost exclusively. Unless I'm drinking booze. But that's a different story. Anyway, so I decided I wanted some water. But what's water if it's warm? I needed ice-cold water and for that I would need ice. But my hotel only has ice machines on odd-numbered floors. I'm on the 30th floor, so I decided to go down a flight of stairs and get some ice. Then I came back up here and realized something stupid: I had locked myself out of my room.

So I went downstairs and asked the guy to let me back in. He said I could come back up to the room and wait outside while security got here. So I came back up here and waited. And waited. Eventually, the room service guy came up carrying a huge tray with my sandwhich, a tiny bottle of ketchup, and a glass full of ice water, thereby rendering my entire ordeal pointless.

So now the room service guy and I are standing in the hallway waiting for the security guy. I'm standing there awkwardly and then decide to try to make small talk. That didn't go well and things got even more awkward. And this guy's just standing there holding this huge tray. So finally I just say "look, let me sign for that and I can just hold it." I was sick of the awkwardness. So I sign, take the tray, and go back to waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

Eventually, the security guy comes back and lets me into my room but tells me I have to show him my ID. So, as I'm putting my tray down on the coffee table, the fucking glass of water on it goes falling to the floor and shatters into a million jagged glass pieces.

Now the security guy called up the housekeeping guy. The housekeeping guy showed up and started cleaning up the glass. Then there was another knock on the door. It was the security guy. He handed me another glass of water.

But here's the kicker. Since I was only going down one flight of stairs and didn't expect to see anyone, I was only wearing a t-shirt and my boxers. Needless to say the people in the lobby were less than thrilled.



2 Comments


Vice said:

This is the stuff that sitcoms are made of.

July 25, 2007 9:17 AM



tRJ said:

Brilliant. Simply brilliant.

July 25, 2007 12:54 PM



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