Mr. Crazy roach motel called me Friday night on the way to
Monday, September 17, 2007
The Return of Mr. Crazy
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The old bamboo the old bamboo
Tonight at approximately 8:46 I began to act very strange. I wasn't board but I was acting like I was all hoped up on something that makes you hyper. I began to sing the song from Mary Poppins as well as Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Not the songs one would think to sing from those fine films but the obscure songs like Step in Time and The Old Bamboo. It was very strange.
Tomorrow I venture to Freed for RUSH. I originally booked a room at the College Inn and was informed today that that is a Prostitute motel. They in fact sell the rooms by the hour. I proceeded to call and cancel the room reservation and spoke to a man with very broken English. In fact I called no less than 3 times to cancel and every time I called the guy tried to rebook a room for me.
- Dude - "Hello" (but spoken in very broken English).
- Me - "Yes my name is Andy McDonald and I need to cancel my room reservations for Friday and Saturday night."
- Dude - "Ok, name."
- Me - "Andy McDonald"
- Dude - "Please spell your name."
- Me in my thoughts - [Are you for real?]
- Me - "A-n-d-y M-c-D-o-n-a-l-d"
- Dude - A single or a double bed"
- Me- "I think it was a single"
-Dude- "Smoking or non-smoking?"
- Me - "Non"
- Dude- "Card number"
- Me - "Why do you need my card number to cancel a reservation?"
- Dude - "Oh, Ok. Name"
- Me - "Andy McDonald"
- Dude - "Please spell your name"
- Me - "Sir I just gave you my name"
- Dude - something not understandable
- Me - "I didn't understand that could you please repeat it?"
- Dude - "Oh, ok"
~Silence~
- Dude - "Hello"
- Me - "Yes"
- Dude - "Oh, ok. Goodbye."
I had almost the exact same conversation with him every time but I couldn't tell it was a different guy. For all I know there may be 4 rooms booked under McDonald. It is a good thing I have good credit.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Prayer Group and the Redneck
I started a new program at
Last night I felt right at home. We went to a wedding in the middle of no where. It was out side and muddy so we had to park a long ways away then were carted to the location in the back of a pick up truck. There were people wearing rubber boots and a bluegrass band was playing at the reception. Classic redneck, I went home missing home.