Place: a motel room in Rapid City, SD
Time: 5:27 pm, 3/16/06
Circumstance: Seconds after dropping a ranch-dressing-laced piece of lettuce on the bedspread
Thought: “Well, I know what that white stain is, at least.”
Damn! Should I lick that up or not?
People who eat salad in bed are sick in the head?
24 hours earlier, that exact same spot:
Time: 5:27 pm, 3/15/06
One hotel maid to another:
“Dijo tan al encargado, hasta que me pagan cuál soy valor, yo no está lavando estas mantas diarias!”
Cut and paste Google translation here.
Aw, come on, where are your random thoughts? Share! Share!
Oh, my thoughts?
The five second rule flashes through my head while I mumble, chewing the lettuce, the Seussianesque prayer of food-droppers everywhere:
“God made dirt and dirt don’t hurt.”
Jesus my head hurts, and I’d really like to snipe that dumbass down the street with the loud stereo.
“That’s the Bacon Double-Cheddar Ra-anch!”
I shared mine with my brother already.
Me: Why would anyone want to buy one of those? It’s just a stupid twinkie cowboy.
My brother: (starts laughing hysterically) Didn’t they make a movie about that?
Me: I guess they did.
“The one in charge said so to, until they pay which I am value, I to me is not washing these daily blankets!”
I think I lost something in translation…