FORWARD: Our house is being tented for termites and we are staying in a hotel for the weekend. That is all you need to know.
The time is 2:35 a.m. Many people across the land are in a peaceful slumber, enjoying their beauty sleep. Not I, not I nor my mother. These bitches across the hall are having the loudest screaming, laughing, murder fights I have ever heard in my life. I now see my mom in the backyard looking for the culprits (not too sure why she can’t hear where they’re actually coming from because it’s that close, and that loud). I tell her they’re across the hall, she proceeds and pounds on their door.
“AHHHHH! HAHA! THERE’S SOMEONE AT THE DOOR!” some bitch shouts at the top of her lungs.
“You guys are being WAY too loud.” says Sharon.
They mumbled out a “sorry” and my mom came back in the room. One of the girls goes out into the hallway and starts talking on her cell phone, possibly even louder than before. Now, in her defense the word loud is kind of a confusing word. Maybe she thought my mom was making fun of her clothing? At this point my mom is on the phone with the front desk who says they will send over security. A few minutes later we hear security knock on their door. I can only hear his side of the story now because of course the girls are being respectful to him, it went something like this: “I got a noise complaint. Ok. Ok. Have fun.” Gee, thanks mister.
An hour and a half later I finally fall back to sleep. I’m not too sure why I thought that would be the end of the disturbances, and there will probably be many more to come, because this morning, around 9:30 a.m., I awoke to some good old-fashioned child abuse.
A little girl in the room adjacent to mine, we’ll call her Mackenzie (because that’s her name), was screaming her head off.
“Mackenzie shut up!” screamed the ugly, mean, old lady.
Mackenzie screamed some more.
“Mackenzie I said shut up!” the ugly, mean, old lady screamed again. This time there was a slap.
The screaming continued with some slapping sounds finding their way in. When the physical abuse was not stopping the child from screaming the mean old lady started to find other ways of abusing the poor child.
“Ok Mackenzie, you’re going to stay here all by yourself while everyone else goes and has fun.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Mackenzie
“You’re crying. I can’t take someone who’s crying out to have fun. So you’re just going to stay here all by yourself while we all go have fun. You’re not going to Sea World to have fun. We’re all going to go see the big fish and the ocean and you will stay here all by yourself”.
Now of course Mackenzie didn’t want to stay at the hotel all by herself while her family saw some giant fish, so she continued to cry and scream.
I’d just like to clarify, in case the ugly, mean, old lady stumbles upon this blog. First and foremost Sea World is not connected to the ocean. If it were, and I were one of those giant fish I would be long gone by now. Second, orcas and dolphins are not big fish they are mammals and, in the case of Sea World, they have names. You shall call them Shamu (all 8 of them) and Dolly (even though Dolly is really a boy dolphin named Duncan).
Ugly, mean, old lady did learn one thing though. If your child does not respond to physical abuse or the threat of being left alone in a strange hotel room all day by themselves you should just turn up the Disney Channel on full blast to drown out their screams. Works like a charm. Bitch.
Since the Disney Channel scheme went off without a hitch they are now blasting their radio. Ironically "Disturbia" came on, they could have spared my ears though and just listened instead of turning it into karaoke. My mind is definitely in disturbia now.
