So last night I was up in the big city with the guys. My older brother took Big Kid to the concert, my mom took Little Guy out for bowling and dinner.
Me---I got to lock myself in the Holiday Inn room with air conditioning, an Arby's Roast Beef Sandwich with extra Horsey Sauce, ice cold Snapple and a couple of new Charlaine Harris mysteries. No dogs, no guys, nobody with a crisis...
Mom brought Little Guy back at about 10pm. We watched some TV and then snoozed. Around midnight, my brother dropped the Big Kid off. They tried to chat about how awesome the concert was, but I just sorta waved from my bed and said "Thanks for taking him!" before falling back into the abyss.
Sometime in the middle of the night, a weird noise---one I could hear over the air conditioning--woke me up.
Sleepily, I looked at the clock. It was 3:30am.
What in the hell WAS that?
I sat up and looked at the boys in the other bed. They were motionless and dead to the world. No arm-pit or groin scratching to explain the noise.
The noise was beyond them at the hotel room door.
Oh crap. Was there some kind of RODENT in the room?
I put my glasses on and tiptoed over. The only light in the room was from the bathroom---back behind my bed---and that door was mostly closed. It then hit me that we were actually in a room that faced outside to the parking lot, something I hadn't thought about before. Anything could be trying to get in.
Did Big Kid remember to lock the security locks when he came in?
Before I could check, something caught my eye in the sliver of streetlight that was coming through the curtains next to the door.
About 3/4 of the way down, something white was moving in and out of the space between the door and the jamb in a sawing motion.
In an instant, the first thing that crossed my mind was that it was some kind of slim-jim that could pop the door lock. With a scream caught in my throat, I grabbed it and YANKED it through to my side of the door.
Outside, I heard a startled "GAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
Like a dummy, I looked through the peephole (Yes, yes, I've seen movies where people get shot through the eyeball doing the same stupid thing. But I wasn't working on all 8 cylinders).
Standing outside the door was a little old bald man with a shocked look on his face. He scurried away like he had a flaming firework up his butt.
I looked at the thing I had yanked away from him. It wasn't some kind of new-fangled slim-jim.
It was crinkly. I took it to the bathroom to examine it in the light.
It was our folded-up Express Check-out receipt.
P.S. Gotta say, that scared the CRAP outta me! My adrenalin was pumping so hard I felt like I'd mainlined a triple shot of expresso. I stayed up shaking for the next couple of hours, then woke the kids up and drove right home. When we got here, I crashed in bed for half the day after it wore off.
The only consolation I have is wondering how THAT guy's day went. LOL
Happy 4th everybody!