The Man on the Bottom Bunk
This morning I had an early conference call (by my standards) at 7:00 AM. I decided it would be a good idea to get some sleep so I could be at least partially alert for the call at dawn. I wandered back to my room around 11:00 PM and opened the door to this horrible stench. This was the type of stench that burned the hair in your nose and made your eyes water. The lights were still on and I saw a man sleeping on the bottom bunk of my bed. He couldn’t have been a day younger than 60 and I’m sorry to say he was in nothing more than his underwear. Now my nose burned, eyes were watering and I had seen quite enough. Without even thinking I turned around and grabbed the door from closing so I wouldn’t wake the monster. I went for a walk, grabbed a crazy expensive pint and came back about 90 minutes later. There he was still stinking up the room. With little other choice I opened the curtains, opened the window, shut off the air conditioner and cranked the fan as high as it would go. I went to bed covering my nose with the sheet and eventually fell asleep. He either forgot to shower for the last 45 days or all old people just stink really bad. Actually, beyond really bad.
I can’t wait for my diving trip. They’ll be serving real food on the boat which is good cause I’m getting sick of bread and eggs.
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