The Worst Hotel Experience…

This did not happen to me. The Luka who had this experience detailed the story for me over dinner this weekend. It was so bizarre I decided to blog it.

E drove into this tiny town in Wyoming with time to spare before his first visit. He took advantage of the opportunity to check into the hotel and place his bags in the room. Super 8 is no Luka's favorite spot, but it was recently built and looked well kept on the outside. Plus, it was the only place for miles where E could sleep. Bags into the room followed by a quick check of his tie and E was in the hallway headed for the car.

“Hey man,” A janitor called from a doorway.

“What’s going on,” E thought he was being nice and nor further conversation was needed.

“Where going to be on the news tonight.” The janitor’s eyes opened wide.

“Really?”

“Yeah, maybe even national. There was a film crew here earlier.”

“What for?”

“See that pile off foam down there.” The janitor motioned with his head.

E looked down the hall and saw a large pile of suds coming from the room next to his.

“Someone got killed down there last night.” The janitor grinned at the event, which had made his normal day exciting. “There was blood everywhere. You should have seen it.”

“Huh, what about the yellow tape did the police take it down already?”

“My manager took all that down. He’s cleaning the place now. He wants to get it turned around so we can use the room again.”

“Huh-huh,” E slowly back away from this strange conversation. “You have a good day.”

“You to buddy.”

E never turned on the evening news or checked in the papers for the story. He did have the best night sleep of the trip on the new mattress.