“Everyone has highs and lows that they have to learn from, but every morning I start off with a good head on my shoulders, saying to myself, ‘It’s going to be a good day!’.”~ Lindsay LohanIf I did not write this down, it would be a complete tragedy and total loss to mankind.
Even though I cannot give specific details, I can give you at least the story which is too good to keep to oneself. I’ll have to change the names. Not for their safety, but to keep my ass from getting sued. Ready? Here we go.
Not that long ago, I was laying in a hotel bed at night just watching television, thinking to myself that I should probably go to sleep because the following morning, I had to get up early and knew that I would be working hard all day long.
The moment that I had the room dark with all the lights turned off, there was a knock on my door.
When I opened the door, they asked for me by name. I said that’s who I was.
It was a woman. More specifically, a prostitute. Hookers aren’t my thing, so I decided to turn her away. But she insisted that either she come into my room or she get paid. She told me that “Mark” had called for her to come to my room, and she was not going any where until something happened. Either her work or her getting paid.
“Mark” had a room two floors above, and I tried to tell her that it was “Mark” that called so she should attempt to get her money from him. But she was insisting.
I slammed the door in her face. But she kept knocking. I’ve never met a more persistent prostitute in all of my life!
So I gave her the money that I had made working for the week to get her out of the hotel and told her to get a cab ride home.
“Mark” was going to get it. I am in charge of “Mark”, so he was screwed.
But I double checked with those that are in charge of me, and to be honest, they do not like “Mark” and they wished that they could find a reason to fire “Mark.”
A small group of people went on a horse riding tour. One of which, took a long a shovel.
Don’t get ahead of me… keep reading!
But in fact, this group of people did gather the manure from the horses, and picked up more and placed it all inside of a plastic bag.
Here’s where it gets hilarious………
I know some people who have worked in the industry with make-up and the like. They took this head full of horse shit and sculpted it into the shape of a head. And then they painted it and made it look like a person’s head. Complete with facial features and everything. The only thing missing were ears for whatever reason.
They put this head and placed it into “Mark’s” luggage.
At the airport, there was an elderly man working. This guy was probably really close to retirement when he began sniffing into the air. Something was wrong. But he couldn’t figure out what.
So he had “Mark” open up his luggage to figure out what the problem was.
The moment he flipped open the lid, that head was right there in the middle of it all. The poor old man working luggage screamed like a pre-pubescent girl. He was terrified at the sight of that head being there.
“Mark” was busy staring into his cell phone when he jumped hearing the old man scream. He looked down and he screamed as well.
“Mark” immediately started to punch at the head, squeezing and pounding it. Allowing for the contents on the inside to scatter all over the place.
That’s right. Horse shit was everywhere. Everything was ruined.
“Mark” soon quit the job a few days later. Not because of the luggage prank, but he started having marital problems being away from home for so long at a time. He went home to fix his marriage.
Moral? Don’t mess with me. Especially if I am the one person you have to answer to.