Yesterday we were treated to a cold drizzly day of rain, one of only two that appeared during our stay here in MD. It was a welcome change and a good reason to go to the laundromat and read.
I was flabbergasted, though not at all offended. Then he flung out his arms and said, "I'm gunna hafta ask yo for a big hug." Normally I don't have a problem hugging people, but since I was kinda loitering on a street corner and Gerry was inside the laundromat reading, I was a little uncomfortable, so I stammered, "I-I-I don't think my husband would like that." At first he looked surprised, and then he rushed to the door, opened it, and yelled inside to Gerry, "I was just tellin yer wife whata fine lookin woman she be and was gunna give her a leetle hug... I meen't no harm. His friend was laughing all the while and added his two cents through the doorway, "cum out an kick 'is ass!" I'm sure Gerry looked fiercely opposing with his skull cap and spectacles as he looked up from his book and said, "It's cool man." They both slowly walked away, apologizing to me and I felt a little sorry, because I could see they meant no harm. So I noticed they were wearing Steelers logos on their knitted caps, so I gaily yelled out, "it's OK, Go Steelers! (I think they are a football team). Have a nice day! It was a nice compliment after all.
At night after a date at the local pizzeria for some hot parm subs and a movie (Megamind in 3D...a Wendy two thumbs up), we got home to feed Otis just in time for some real fighting words. There was a rising domestic dispute brewing down the hall, a man and a woman, which at a hotel like this isn't surprising as it seems that some people actually live here (yes, it's that kind of place) and people do argue. But suddenly another man appeared on the scene and now the voices were yelling just short of a scream. The manager had to come up and kick one of the men out or he was calling the cops! He did leave and shouted, "I'm gunna hurt him!" We cowered behind our bolted door and expected to hear gunshots. The drama ensued but seemed to have moved to the parking lot under our window. After a while it just became annoying and we fell asleep and I was happy to hear the loud crashing of thunder and pelting of rain instead of the spray of bullets that I was sure were to follow.
Be Well! Wendy