I stepped out of my room early this morning, checked the weather and heard a voice a few dozen feet to my right: "Excuse me sir; do you have a cigarette?"
I turned, and two young bearded men; about four rooms down; were standing by a stairwell and looking my way.
I don't like being asked such things; especially when it's the wrong time of the day to ask me anything and they were too close to my comfort zone. I answered: "You need to get the **ck out of here."
Bearded boy 1, with the checkered pants and hoodie: "What's wrong with you?"
Bearded boy 2, in jeans with a hoodie: "Leave him alone, he must be having a bad day."
Checkered pants started walking across the parking lot, toward the fence separating the the hotels and said: "What's your problem?"
I answered: "Are you staying here?"
He answered: "Yes" and kept moving.
His sidekick, who I was watching out of the corner of my eye, crossed the parking area, without moving closer, and soon joined his buddy.
As they walked away, I could hear checkered pants ranting and they soon disappeared in the adjacent parking lot.
I stepped back into my room, finished preparing for work and was ready to go within 5 minutes.
I was cautious when I left my room. As I was driving toward the exit, I saw sidekick about halfway from the end of the hotel and checkered pants walking down the middle of the drive.
I slowed down, waited for a reaction and checkered pants soon squeezed between a missing slat in the fence and was gone.
I told the night manager, and a fellow worker said the police were in the parking lot before he left for the project.
I stopped and spoke with the manager when I arrived this evening. They evicted a few people this morning, which is good, since I was told by another fellow worker he watched checkered pants exchanging something between a car that stopped and soon pulled away.
Drugs? Probably. In my motel? Nope. I'll be watching. In my book, there's no season on drug dealers.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.