Getting Tired of the Old Men on the Bottom Bunk
When I arrived at my new hostel today I was told to head up to room 816 and had in my arms some clean sheets for my bed. Once I actually got into the room I was a little confused to see that none of the beds were empty. I wandered my tired ass back to reception and they rounded up a housekeeper for me to clean up a bed. We got upstairs and she wasn’t really quite sure which bed was vacant. She settled on a lower bunk bed and put new sheets on for me. I set my bags down and went out for a bite to eat. When I came back there was an old guy tossing my bags on the ground. He figured out that I was “staying” there and got pissed at me for stealing his bed. At this point I was pretty tired and getting cranky. I just told him to go talk to reception and ripped the clean sheets of “his” bed and put them on the top bunk. He started saying something else to me about a towel but I couldn’t understand a think he said. I just kept telling him to go talk to the reception. As soon as he walked out of the room the other guys in there told me that he’s been a pain in the ass since he moved in. Yippee!
On a positive note I just figured out that some of the people I met in Fiji are currently in Sydney and we’re going out for drinks!
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