| 9-7-01 |
| 12:10am: Both my partner and I responded to a call from the bartender at the lobby bar. The complaint was about a loud and intoxicated woman. Now when I hear "woman" I think "woman". What they meant to say was "Methusela". This woman was at least a grandmother. The bartender was spot on with "loud" and "intoxicated" though. Never before and never again do I hope to hear an 80 year old woman drop the F-bomb so many times. She cursed out the bartender, which got her cut off. She cursed out the other bar patrons, which got security called up to deal with her. Then she cursed out security, which got her laughed at. She was so drunk, when asked what room she was in, she gave a room number that didn't exist in the hotel. She also couldn't tell us her name and gave us her daughter's name as her own. Finally, we found out what room she was in, and went up to speak to the woman she was staying with. It turns out she had pissed off that woman too, and the woman had left her, drunk to the point of Altzheimers, in the midst of strangers. We told Grandma Moses's friend that we were bringing her back to the room and that she was to keep an eye on her this time. We went back to the bar and took the woman to the elevator. While in the elevator, Betsy Ross decided to hit on us. I thought that was pretty damn disgusting, but my partner had sex with her when we got back to the room. But that was just to quiet her down. No, I'm just kidding... He did it because he liked it. |