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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Drugs are Bad... Mmmkay

Crack is Wack:
So, honestly, this post is not very funny and at the time, it was completely scary. I was working the evening shift when this guy came in and asked me for a room and, of course, i was more than happy to give him one. Once I started the check in process, he took off his sunglasses and revealed two massive black eyes and a giant gash in between them. I just continued checking him in without saying too much and after a few minutes another rough looking redneck guy walked in and joined him. Now, this other guy was adamant about paying cash and I told him if they paid in cash, I would have to make a copy of his ID. He was really upset by this but, obviously, gave in because he needed the room. Then I made the mistake of asking "what brings you gentlemen to town?" Ok, the guy with the busted up eyes just said they were visiting but the other man was like "oh, I actually live here but I want to party. Is there any way you can send some girls up?" I just smiled and gave them their keys but then he said "I'm serious. What about you? What time do you get off?" BAHAHAHAHA. As if I would ever in a million years clock out and go to some room with two big ass redneck guys I don't know, one of which looks like he just got the shit beat out of him. Anyway, I finally got rid of them and went about my work. The next morning I came in bright and early and saw these girls in the lobby piling up food from the breakfast bar on several different plates. I asked the night auditor what their deal was because they looked straight up CRACKED OUT. They were both "crack skinny" and one girl was twitching and could hardly walk right. The night auditor told me they were staying in the room with the two men I checked in and that there were several complaints about screaming in the hallway and them throwing food at each other. She also told me that there were several girls coming in and out going to that same room and that she was pretty sure they were prostitutes or crack whores. Alrightttyyy.. so now I knew that come check out time, I was probably going to have a problem. However, they checked out on time and left the room in pretty good shape, so whatever. They were gone and that was the end of it. Right? WROOONGGG. The two guys came back later that day and wanted a room again. Apparently they were still "painting his house." I wasn't there when they came back so I had no knowledge of them checking back in or anything until I got back to work the next night and shit hit the fan. I was working the evening shift and apparently this time they reserved the room for multiple nights, not just one so I had front row seats to their shenanigans. I saw several cracked out girls coming in and out and said nothing because guests are allowed to have visitors... what could I do? Finally, a guest called down with a noise complaint on the second floor. I went up to the second floor and lo and behold, it was coming from the "bad" room. I knocked on the door and immediately regretted coming upstairs by myself. They opened it and I asked them to please keep it down to which one of the crack hos responded "Go fuck yourself, white girl." One of the guys then pushed her and said "Sorry, we'll keep it down." I fucking RAN back downstairs and called the general manager and asked him to please come in because I could tell they were going to be a problem and I didn't want to be myself. He told me he'd get there as soon as he could but I knew it would be at least an hour because he lives pretty far away. Not even 10 minutes later, one of the girls came RUNNING off the elevator and threw a $20 bill at me. She started screaming "GIVE IT BACK TO ME, BUT MAKE SURE HE SEES YOU GIVE IT TO ME. MAKE SURE HE CAN SEE YOU." Ok, this bitch was so cracked out, her eyes were like glazed over and she was trying to look at me but her eyes just kept twitching and rolling around. Anyway, I handed the money back when he came around the corner and she just took off running around the lobby. Then I realized a minute later that he was chasing her! She was trying to block him with tables but her drug ridden brain was causing her to trip up every few steps. I just called the cops. I mean, I certainly wasn't going to be able to stop him if he did catch her and I absolutely was NOT getting in the middle. The police showed up a few minutes later and got the situation under control. I told them that everyone in the room needed to vacate and that they were no longer allowed on the property. The whole time, both of the redneck guys are screaming "those bitches stole my drugs and my money!!" The police inspected the room and found cocaine and pills. There was also a note on the desk that read:

"I, Tara, promise to never steal or snort Greg's cocaine or meth ever again."

Luckily, we just had a new security system installed so everything that happened in the hallways and lobby was caught on tape. Also, it took the police almost 1 minute exactly to get there so that makes me feel a little safer when I work the evening shift. The general manager also came in and relieved me from filling out all the paperwork so I could get the hell out of there. A lot of stuff that happens at the hotel is pretty funny but this was straight up scary. I don't know what I would have done if things had gotten out of control because those people were all ready to do whatever it took for money and/or drugs.


MORAL OF THIS POST: CRACK IS WACK AND SAY NO TO DRUGS.









1 comment:

  1. When you are high enough that the first thing you say to a cop is "someone stole my drugs," you are too damn high.

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