I can smell and hear a room service trolley from two floors away. Why call, order and wait for something they are going to screw up anyway when I can just as easily pull the room service guy over like I'm the law, look under a couple of domes as if I'm performing a search and seizure, palm him a 20, scribble someone else's signature on the bill, tell him to drive more carefully and get my hunger out of the way?
So I was
munching on my
stolen or hijacked if your prefer club sandwich and going
over some materials in preparation for a meeting while listening to the couple
in the room next door having really loud, hot sex. Or an argument.
Or maybe one of those wild combinations of both. It all sounds the same
to me, except for the part where I heard "I'm Wolf Blitzer and you're in the
perked up immediately as I heard the following exchange coming through the wall
(I'll admit it; I listened intently with my ear cupped to it using an old
diaphragm that I carry around to make me feel
young like I'm not
and "No!" she screamed (many times over) with increasing volume and intensity.
"No, I can't take it anymore" she pleaded like someone who really couldn't take it anymore.
"How about this?" he asked like a seven year old who tries to show you the same thing three times and hopes you don't notice he's trying to show you the same thing three times.