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Attempted murder at Lost Wages?
Wow, what an unfun place. Thank you Homeland bitches.
Date: 12/10/2014 8:03:57 PM ( 10 y ) ... viewed 1542 times So I tell a particular person about going to a certain casino. We wait a week before my wife gets reservations. She tells the person 3 times the dates wanted, it's repeated back to her. She upgraded the room to wireless so we could watch our dog at the kennel she was being bordered at. She made a firm point about it.
She doesn't receive an email the following day showing we have a reservation. She contacts them again and they show us being there the day before we're suppose to arrive. Had we shown up we would not have had reservations as they would have been cancelled the day before for being no shows. We receive an email verifying our reservations.
I'm sure this happens all the time.
When we do show up they do not have our room so they "upgrade" us to a suite. Guess what, the Wi-Fi doesn't work for that room. Just coincidence I'm sure, the one thing we want isn't working, the one thing my wife made a production of. They send a tech to fix it who finds he needs to reset the router. But that can't be done because the router is in a rented room and they can't enter it. Oh yeah, I'm buying into this.
After an hour of having smoke blown up our butts we decide to change rooms in the morning. Which we do.
Day 2 we have moved and do a little driving around and drive over to where we'll be watching a show later that night and taking a tour but that isn't open yet. We already know this but want to show the watchers in advance so they can get things setup when we return.
We return later to take the tour and aren't in the place 5 minutes before 2 officers show up. (I can't tell if they're wearing security uniforms or police summer-wear, but it's obvious they're both officers) As I turn my head back towards the entrance I see confusion on the employee's face as to why 2 piggies want to see the owner or manager. The look on the 2 officers is damning. They are overjoyed to be pulling a scam on the owner. I'm sure they will have their serious faces on when they confront him.
In another 5 minutes, to give them time to "set" the stage, a family of 4 comes in. They are part of the scam. They do a "rush" though needing to pass my wife and I so the 2 officers can point their fingers and imply "bad things".
If the owner isn't pliable to buying security, the mention of "bad press" will come about. You know, if "something" bad happens and you didn't get security and the press "finds" out you were too cheap to buy police owned and run "protection".
Our out of state trip is a success, but wait, with that you get a set of Ginsu knives.
We decide to walk to another casino and do some donations to the one arm bandits. As we're sitting next to each other pulling the 1 arms. My wife goes to the Lady's room. Magically, a security guard shows up not 5 feet away from me picking his fingernails. I continue pulling. Poof, he's gone, poof, he's 5 feet on the opposite side from me doing the head hung down picking his nails routine. As my wife returns, poof, he disappears. I smile, this just keeps getting better.
We arrive early at the casino that has our show as we decided to eat at a restaurant there. (I'll skip the business about the floor security kid that was shadowing us). We finished the meal and found our seats in the theater.
Less than a quarter way though the show my wife goes to the rest room. It's been at least 15 minutes and I get up to find my wife. Politely put she's been sick from both ends.
We wait until she feels it's okay to make the trip back to our hotel room.
As we enter our "second" room the walls are vibrating from loud music that appears to be coming from the pool area, 10 stories down!
My wife, sick as a dog, doesn't need this. We ask to be moved. We're taken 2 stories down, but on the same facing wall. Room number 3 sounds louder if anything. We're taken to the far end of the hall. It should be quite there. Room 4 door key doesn't open the door. We're given the excuse "someone" is illegally using the room. Back to our original floor and next to Room number 2. Amazingly, even though it's next to the loud room, it's quiet. All of this by the way took over an hour as the bellboy had to run back and forth. With my wife suffering the entire time.
My wife stayed in bed the entire next day recovering.
So? Who poisoned my wife? With what?
My wife is asleep, I look down from 10 stories. A block away is a gasoline station, I think about the concept scripts I've written thanks to HS. I visualize a gasoline tanker supplying the station with gas and what a pissed off person might do with it.
Your Humble Servant,
Gracefully Savage
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