My Shame Today

So the cable guy was coming by this morning to install our land line. We haven’t had one for years opting to do the cell phone thing but eventually we had to get a land line again. Problem was that our cell phones weren’t coming in at home and that made it tough to make important phone calls.

Anyway, so before the guy comes I start cleaning up so he doesn’t trip over anything or whatever. I make sure to clean up the area in the guestroom where the phone jack is but when he shows up it turns out he needs to put it in the office where the modem is. That’s where the litter is and I hadn’t cleaned it yet :yuck:

Then he asks if he can use the bathroom but I had to say no. Because someone clogged it this morning!

So I just hid the whole time in shame :paperbag:

We’re still planning to go out tonight to the Dia de Los Muertos party and I will send a picture to Facebook of our costume so if you really want to know make sure to look tonight 😀

  1. Mr. Fabulous

    November 3, 2007 at 4:04 pm

    You think that’s shameful? Remind me one day to tell you about the time in Atlanta with the maid at the Hilton…

  2. Robin

    November 3, 2007 at 4:08 pm

    :lmao: I never know when you’re joking or serious. I get shamed really easy :twitchy:

  3. Mr. Fabulous

    November 3, 2007 at 8:16 pm

    Okay.

    A couple of years ago I was up in Atlanta for a week at our Atlanta branch with an associate of mine.

    She and I went out for dinner one night, which ended up being going out drinking all night. Beer and shots of red headed sluts. We stayed until closing.

    We were drunk beyond belief.

    We went back to the hotel.

    At sometime in the night I got violently ill. For some reason, instead of vomiting in the toilet, I thought it would be a good idea to vomit in the sink. Over and over again. And the floor. And the walls.

    It looked like someone had killed a vomit monster in the bathroom. I tried to clean it up as best I could, which wasn’t much.

    I don’t remember how I showered and everything the next morning, but I did. Christine couldn’t go into the branch. She had alcohol poisoning. It wasn’t long before I knew I would never make it for very long at the branch.

    I called the hotel to tell them I was sick and would be coming back early and to please have housekeeping make sure my room was clean. The last thing I wanted to do was to face the maid with that nightmare of a vomit covered bathroom.

    They assured me that they would have my room done ASAP.

    I stalled as long as I could and headed back. I got to my room…it wasn’t done.

    All I could do was sit there and wait for the housekeeper. It wasn’t long before she came in.

    She never spoke to me. She glared at me a lot, but never spoke to me. It took her a long time to clean it up. I just kept apologizing.

    That, my friend, is shame.

  4. Robin

    November 4, 2007 at 9:49 am

    That is shame, or also having shizz come out your nose…I’m just saying. But that’s a fucked up story.

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