about an hour ago, I went back from the poker room at the mirage, and waiting for my lift, a pretty girl comes packed to go to his room. The elevator arrives, she supported on his floor (20) before falling asleep against the buttons of the elevator. I barely catch up before it explodes on the ground as she repeats "I need to sleeeeeeep, i want my beeeeeeed. Gentleman, I decided to take her home to her room because it is unlikely that it reaches only the cons without disfiguring the walls.
We arrive on the 20th floor, she begins to move (as well as her heels and 3G allow him) to his room, and then the error, it sees a sofa, above collapses and falls into a deep sleep instantly. 3mn to wake up, 3 minutes to get to get a word understandable, I try to ask him his room number, but all it manages to do is smile blissfully (although I must confess that there was nothing unpleasant). Finally I come to the meet, but I put my jacket and take my things and arm in arm, to give him a chance to reach his room. She takes my jacket over his arm, and chugging (which is Bernard Pivot that blew me away) until you reach his room. I need help to open her door because she seemed to think that opened a door by slipping the key under the door. She comes home, I wish him good night, she closes her door and .... I realize that it kept my jacket that turkey intoxicated ... I knock on the door, nobody answered, but I hear a second voice, which seems angueuler. I re-cap for 2 minutes, someone finally answered but I clearly heard someone talking inside, and I try to tell him through the door I just want to get my jacket and leave. I hear him pick up the phone:
"Hey, i have somebody Who Keeps Knocking At My Door," could please send you security? "
(hello, is there anyone who does not knock on my door, could you send security please?)
Well, it's no worse in the end the guy is going to happen, I'll explain, and I'll get my coat. wroooong. A security guy comes in, the kind of paunchy 55aine years with a slap I think I put in a deep coma. We feel reassured. I explained the situation, he asks me my passport, my room number, etc. .. it reminds the lobby of the hotel, asking them to call the room in question to explain. I tell myself that's it, I'll recover my jacket. Wrooong. The procedure requires that the lobby security contacts, which itself must contact the hotel manager to allow a call to a room at 4am. 12 minutes later my mastiff sexagenarian eventually received a call confirming his walkie talkie that they are calling. 30s later the door opens, and a bit cantankerous head poppe. It takes my jacket arm's length, and will struggle to pass through the door opening 4cm it was authorized. And finally, I get my jacket after losing only 40 minutes.
Moral: It pays to be a gentleman and help a girl in distress, without even thinking to take advantage second. Next time I will leave fun on the floor in the elevator before he do things worthy of inclusion in your most twisted fantasies. That'll teach me.
We arrive on the 20th floor, she begins to move (as well as her heels and 3G allow him) to his room, and then the error, it sees a sofa, above collapses and falls into a deep sleep instantly. 3mn to wake up, 3 minutes to get to get a word understandable, I try to ask him his room number, but all it manages to do is smile blissfully (although I must confess that there was nothing unpleasant). Finally I come to the meet, but I put my jacket and take my things and arm in arm, to give him a chance to reach his room. She takes my jacket over his arm, and chugging (which is Bernard Pivot that blew me away) until you reach his room. I need help to open her door because she seemed to think that opened a door by slipping the key under the door. She comes home, I wish him good night, she closes her door and .... I realize that it kept my jacket that turkey intoxicated ... I knock on the door, nobody answered, but I hear a second voice, which seems angueuler. I re-cap for 2 minutes, someone finally answered but I clearly heard someone talking inside, and I try to tell him through the door I just want to get my jacket and leave. I hear him pick up the phone:
"Hey, i have somebody Who Keeps Knocking At My Door," could please send you security? "
(hello, is there anyone who does not knock on my door, could you send security please?)
Well, it's no worse in the end the guy is going to happen, I'll explain, and I'll get my coat. wroooong. A security guy comes in, the kind of paunchy 55aine years with a slap I think I put in a deep coma. We feel reassured. I explained the situation, he asks me my passport, my room number, etc. .. it reminds the lobby of the hotel, asking them to call the room in question to explain. I tell myself that's it, I'll recover my jacket. Wrooong. The procedure requires that the lobby security contacts, which itself must contact the hotel manager to allow a call to a room at 4am. 12 minutes later my mastiff sexagenarian eventually received a call confirming his walkie talkie that they are calling. 30s later the door opens, and a bit cantankerous head poppe. It takes my jacket arm's length, and will struggle to pass through the door opening 4cm it was authorized. And finally, I get my jacket after losing only 40 minutes.
Moral: It pays to be a gentleman and help a girl in distress, without even thinking to take advantage second. Next time I will leave fun on the floor in the elevator before he do things worthy of inclusion in your most twisted fantasies. That'll teach me.
