Skywolf Philosopher: Endive Wombat:And I care why?
StashMonster: Oh dear ... I was responsible for getting our school banned from all the hotels in some area of London on a school trip when I was about 16.Don't even ask.
wildcardjack: When I was 16 my school did a trip to Paris, and we were getting hammered on French wine. I vomited from the Eiffel tower and it landed on an artists canvas on Monmartre. I'm told he sold it as a Jackson Pollock.
Wellon Dowd: Did they purchase the spanking attachment for their scolding machine?
occamswrist: StashMonster: Oh dear ... I was responsible for getting our school banned from all the hotels in some area of London on a school trip when I was about 16.Don't even ask.CSB.
Kanemano: but after midnight, you can let it all hang out
Noticeably F.A.T.: occamswrist: StashMonster: Oh dear ... I was responsible for getting our school banned from all the hotels in some area of London on a school trip when I was about 16.Don't even ask.CSB.I'm pretty sure that's not a CSB, at this point it's only an A(ssumed)CSB. How can we know without actually hearing it, and how can we hear it if he won't tell and we can't ask? It's a conundrum, wrapped in a mystery, wrapped in a warm flour tortilla.
SDRR: Does a big red boxing glove accordion out of the sign and knock 'em one in the kisser? Because that would be awesome!
halmot: Jeez, it's not just partiers and kids. I'm always amazed at how Grandma and Grandpa Bumblefark will happily blather on, at full volume, while trying to grasp the concept that their 2nd floor room can't be found on the 3rd floor. Even when I was a kid, I knew to keep it down in hotel corridors, regardless of the time of day/night.
Endive Wombat: I stayed a hotel once in Myrtle Beach and had to deal with rowdy guests, well...young teens specifically. It was a group of parents who brought their young teens along, girls in one room, boys in another. They were pulling pranks on each other all night long. I figured by midnight, it would stop, it didn't. So I go to one of the parents rooms and ask them to hush up their kids as it is 12:30am at this point and I would really like some sleep...the mother more or less looks at me like "what am I supposed to do?" and says, oh "kids are kids, they will tire out soon enough"I told her to go fark herself, went down to the lobby and told the MOD that one of three things was going to happen - either they shut these kids up, they move me to a different room far away from the kids or I am leaving and going to another hotel.They went up with security and told the kids to go to bed and scolded the parents. About 45 minutes later, the noise starts back up, and even louder this time around.I call down to the MOD and tell her that there is a bunch of noise again and that the kids are running up and down the hallway. The hotel was booked, so they could not move us to anothe.r room, but they had another, nicer hotel about a mile away that they booked us at for the rest of our stay at the same price we were paying for the lesser expensive hotel. As the wife and I were packing up our stuff (at ~2am), one of the boys managed to break a window. Farking white trash assholes...
wildcardjack: StashMonster: Oh dear ... I was responsible for getting our school banned from all the hotels in some area of London on a school trip when I was about 16.Don't even ask.When I was 16 my school did a trip to Paris, and we were getting hammered on French wine. I vomited from the Eiffel tower and it landed on an artists canvas on Monmartre. I'm told he sold it as a Jackson Pollock.
soundguy: I'm all for "quiet time" but it needs to be 4:00am to noon. Nothing pisses me off worse than some cheerful asshole running around the halls at 7:00 am talking loudly about the Continental Breakfast and rustling a newspaper. Mornings are the work of Satan.
Maud Dib: Went camping in the Davis Mountains of West Texas a few years back at the state park. Quiet time is 10 PM. I had my 3 yr. old daughter with us and had hiked up a nearby peak with her in a baby backpack, so I was frikkin' tired.The camp next to us was filed with Jesus freaks, and they started singing loudly along with a boom box playing Amy Grant CDs.After about 10 minutes of that bullshiat, I stuck my head out of the tent flap and cursed a blue streak at them. They kept playing....10 seconds later, the boom box had a catastrophic failure.(not due to me).It was glorious. I said a silent prayer of thanks and hit the hay.
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