I’m sitting in a hotel room on my layover . . . getting high.
It’s not what you think. Apparently, the hotel is renovating and they repainted the outside hallway. The only problem is that the smell is also in the rooms.
It would be so easy to call the front desk and get another room but I really don’t want to pack everything up again and move. Besides, I’ve already taken a shower and I’m sitting here in my pjs. So instead, I opened the sliding door to help air things out.
Am I crazy? I would rather sit here and freeze my butt off than change rooms. Why? I know I’ll regret it tomorrow when I have a major headache.
Anyway, the flight over was pretty uneventful except for the guy I caught stuffing his face with the macadamia nut candy that someone brought for the crew.
We were doing the meal service when I went to the back galley to get more trays. What I found was this guy with what looked like 6 candies in his mouth. I stared at him and told him that it wasn’t for the passengers to help themselves. He just shrugged and walked away. Luckily, I was working with this guy who everyone knows not to piss off. He went to the passenger, got in his face and said, “Brah, how you like me come your place and grind your stuff?” Translation: Hey, how would you like me to come to your house and eat your food?
He still didn’t apologize but I think he got the point.
Anyway, I better get to sleep since I have an early morning rolling time. I hope I don’t pass out from the fumes.