Just about the time I finished typing my last article I heard the door handle to my hotel room jiggling. WTF?
I opened the door and here's a guy standing in front of me. I tell him "I think you have the wrong room, dude". He replies "This is the room she told me". He's obviously even more drunk than I am.
He tried to push his way into my room. Sorry, not going to happen. I slammed him back out into the hall and up against the wall. "Look, dude, you have the wrong room". I am still trying to be nice at this point because I can see he's drunk as hell. The dude is twice my size, and I'm not a small guy, but I've never been one who took the smart route in these situations.
"This is my room, and maybe you ought to check with the front desk" I say as I step back a couple of feet and set up to make some swinging room.
He looks at the litte envelope his keycard came in and then at my door and says "Oh, I'm in 125, not 123, sorry".
At this point he staggers down the hall to the next door, swipes his card, and goes inside.
Geez, people drunker than I am are such a pain in the ass.