My Secret

Ah bless, word has filtered back to me about a little incident at my previous hotel.


Apparantly, at around 3am, my replacement received a page telling him that someone was at the front door. When he opened it, 2 very skimpily dressed young women rushed in. They were chatting excitedly, until one of them looked at him and said;-

"Wait, you're not D! Where's D?!"

I would like to say there is a tawdry story to go behind this, but unfortunately there's not. The 2 women were friends of mine from university who would come in from time to time after parties to use the cigarette machine.


That said, I see no reason to explain this to the hotel. I'd rather let them use their imagination on this. Keep it my little secret...