My Occasionally Sleeping Friend joined me in Sarajevo after a few days which made enjoying the city even easier than before. Making the party more fun was a friend of his who is working in Bosnia and happened to be in Sarajevo at the same time as us.
As I had to work for a few days they explored the city together during the day, taking photos in the sun and catching up on news from home. Having made her ridiculously jealous about the view we had from our hotel room we agreed one day to all meet there when I was done with work.
I was more than a little puzzled to see both of them waiting at a table in the lobby instead of sunning themselves on the balcony absorbing the spectacular scenery. As I walked towards them I noticed that they both had bright red faces and looked particularly uncomfortable as they sat in stony silence.
When questioned why they were hanging out in the dark smoky reception area my OSF replied slowly and gravely the receptionist stopped us going upstairs and informed me that I could only bring my ‘friend’ up with me if I was to pay an extra hourly rate.
It was all I could do to not erupt in laughter as I gazed on the unfortunate two who couldn’t have looked any less like a prostitute and a John if they’d tried. Stifling my laughter I approached the receptionist who after a short discussion agreed we could bring our ‘guest’ upstairs to quickly show her the view if we came right back down again – five minutes max! she sternly warned. As we quickly and nervously shuffled up the stairs I was amazed that I was able to resist the urge to turn my head back towards the lobby and whisper five minutes is all I need anyways!
and of course, the “hourly” rate would be paid, in cash, directly to the receptionist! *nothing ever changes* xoxox
Honestly, what man needs more than 5 minutes in a tight spot?
savannah – hehe I expect so
louise – no comment
It does not look like the receptionist’s judgement of human nature was quite up to scratch…
I’ve just had Antwerp flashbacks….
Glad you managed to convince her everything was entirely innocent and she didn’t assume you were next in line for personal services….
hidh – indeed not, WAY off the mark, bless
xbox – really, same story?
nick – well we were up and down in record speed for fear she’d be below with her imagination running wild
wow. that receptionist, man, she gotta dirty mind.
hope the view was worth it. we all want to go see–one at a time, for five minutes.
Seriously, I think you should be far more specific about that ‘view’.
XO
WWW
laurie – okay, quickly form a queue – 1, 2, 3 – GO!
www – hehe well I’ll just let you use your imagination
That receptionist must have thought you were the tightest bastards ever; sharing a hooker and then, as brazen as anything, doing the business in under five minutes to avoid paying the hourly rate-despicable. I’m so dissapointed in so many ways…. I can’t even bear to spell it right…
wow. i’m stunned. speechless.
Lets just say the receptionist looked really surprised when I insisted we wanted the room for the WHOLE night.
Classy joint!
rua – no wonder she was looking down at me for the rest of my stay
red – tell me about it – so so stange
xbox – hehe well I supose you do have that look about ya
baino – wasn’t it just
5 minutes? How long does she last for?
She was probably jealous, being stuck behind a desk and not getting any action, so she wants everyone else to suffer!
xxx
This story made my day.
oh and thanks for the kylie song that going around and round in my head. i even heard boyf singing it this morning. lol. i do love her though.x
hahahaa! Brilliant story!!