Maria
09-04-2003, 06:00 PM
I had to post...it was impossible to keep this just for me...:D
I just came back from Scotland, I was in Edinburgh for the Summer Festival (you all have to go there, it's wonderful, you have your load of culture for the whole year!) and I decided to spend the last night in a hotel close to Prestwick airport, which is not far from Glasgow...so I reserved this nice place and as Jim wanted to see me off, he came all the way from Aberdeen to meet me. We arrived at the hotel a bit before dinner time and decided to wait in the room until 7 pm and were in bed, watching TV when I started to hear a strange noise coming from upstairs. I thought it was someone in the bathtub, and didn't give much thought to it.
The noise started to become a bit louder, we both heard this incredible noise and all of a sudden, part of the ceiling fell right on Jim's back! He started to shout something like fire, fire, and what the f*** (repeated about 368 times :D ), with lots of plaster falling from his back, dust in his hair and jumping up and down in the bed!!! It was hilarious! He then started to apologize for the swearing (hey, he's English!) and I calmly picked up the phone and called the reception.
It was a surrealist dialogue:
- Hello, this is room 206, I think we have a little problem here. The ceiling fell on us.
- Yes, madam, I will send someone right now.
No surprise on her voice, bizarre. This must have happened before, I thought.
The manager comes, have a look and tell us he's going to move us. Jim is furious saying he hopes this will be "reflected" on our bill. I am just thinking if someone was trying to film us from some hole in the ceiling, but the manager guarantees me that there's no space for that up there. He looks around the room and sees the phallic shaped piece of wood for foot massage that I had just given to Jim and looks back at us, surely thinking we are two weirdos. I just want to die.
We open the door and wait in the corridor, since I have asthma and feared an attack with all that dust floating inside the room. We are both full of dust, well, I am not so much, but Jim is whiter than ever. The guests next door come out on their way to have dinner, look at us kind of astonished and I feel I have to explain why we are both looking like victims of an explosion. I show them the room and they say, oh well, that explains that noise, we thought you were having fun. Oh, my, these English again! Perverts!
The manager finally comes back and gets us the best room in the hotel, offers us champagne and complimentary breakfast, and apologizes deeply. We had a huge bathroom, a wonderful room (well, the twin beds became a king size bed, but we are good friends after all!) and we had a whole living room just for us...
Jim, of course, will keep one extra souvenir of our adventure, a bruise on his back, otherwise we had a good laugh afterwards!
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I just came back from Scotland, I was in Edinburgh for the Summer Festival (you all have to go there, it's wonderful, you have your load of culture for the whole year!) and I decided to spend the last night in a hotel close to Prestwick airport, which is not far from Glasgow...so I reserved this nice place and as Jim wanted to see me off, he came all the way from Aberdeen to meet me. We arrived at the hotel a bit before dinner time and decided to wait in the room until 7 pm and were in bed, watching TV when I started to hear a strange noise coming from upstairs. I thought it was someone in the bathtub, and didn't give much thought to it.
The noise started to become a bit louder, we both heard this incredible noise and all of a sudden, part of the ceiling fell right on Jim's back! He started to shout something like fire, fire, and what the f*** (repeated about 368 times :D ), with lots of plaster falling from his back, dust in his hair and jumping up and down in the bed!!! It was hilarious! He then started to apologize for the swearing (hey, he's English!) and I calmly picked up the phone and called the reception.
It was a surrealist dialogue:
- Hello, this is room 206, I think we have a little problem here. The ceiling fell on us.
- Yes, madam, I will send someone right now.
No surprise on her voice, bizarre. This must have happened before, I thought.
The manager comes, have a look and tell us he's going to move us. Jim is furious saying he hopes this will be "reflected" on our bill. I am just thinking if someone was trying to film us from some hole in the ceiling, but the manager guarantees me that there's no space for that up there. He looks around the room and sees the phallic shaped piece of wood for foot massage that I had just given to Jim and looks back at us, surely thinking we are two weirdos. I just want to die.
We open the door and wait in the corridor, since I have asthma and feared an attack with all that dust floating inside the room. We are both full of dust, well, I am not so much, but Jim is whiter than ever. The guests next door come out on their way to have dinner, look at us kind of astonished and I feel I have to explain why we are both looking like victims of an explosion. I show them the room and they say, oh well, that explains that noise, we thought you were having fun. Oh, my, these English again! Perverts!
The manager finally comes back and gets us the best room in the hotel, offers us champagne and complimentary breakfast, and apologizes deeply. We had a huge bathroom, a wonderful room (well, the twin beds became a king size bed, but we are good friends after all!) and we had a whole living room just for us...
Jim, of course, will keep one extra souvenir of our adventure, a bruise on his back, otherwise we had a good laugh afterwards!
http://pages.prodigy.net/indianahawkeye/newpage11/7.gif