You're Stoopid

Did you just call me stoopid? Yes I did. You're stupid. OK, not my best. Here I am, faced with a young moron. Oh yeah, a drunk young moron apparently one of the workers staying in room # 11.


This kid called the office 3 times asking for my caller ID of the phone # for the call that just came through to his room. 3 times I told him that no calls have come through the office to his room.


A short while later he shows up in the office. "Why are you keeping this number from me?" he yells through the metal piercings in his face. Okey dokey, now he's crying. "My child is sick and you won't tell me who's calling my room!." I looked him in his wandering eyes and told him once again that no calls have come through my office in the last 2 hours.



When he insisted that I was keeping his calls from him I said, "Man, are you stupid or what!." "Are you calling me stupid?" he screams. "Yeah, stupid." I reply Do I have a command of the english language? As soon as my emotions get involved, I get stoopid.



He then threatened me with leaving this crappy motel and taking his business elsewhere. Like he's paying.


He goes back to his room & then starts calling the office again. I answer 3 times, take his drunken abuse, then just stop answering the phone. He keeps ringing, so I call the VFW and ask the DH if he's sober enough to come home & help me out. It's either him or the cops & I'm not sure I want the cops involved at this point.



DH shows up and a drunken dialog between the two ensues. The kid now claims that his wife is pregnant and expecting her mutant at any minute and we're blocking calls to his room. I'm standing outside the room with my cell ready to call 911 at any time when all of a sudden we all hear a phone ring inside room #11. It was the kid's cell. His wife or whatever was calling & wanted to know why he hadn't been answering his phone.