I'm sitting at a hotel lobby in Cyprus, using their wifi. I didn't want to go down to the lobby, so I tried to mooch off of the neighbors. It worked for approximately 10 minutes, when I guess they got one of those intruder alerts and decided to kick me off.
There are tons of British people in the lobby with me, screaming bloody murder at a tennis match, onf the big screen TV. Apparently, it is really important. I think you would find this really funny. I'm ranking screaming british accent the second most annoying accent, only under that of drunk Irish which I encountered last week.
Of coarse when I try to get on the wifi down here there is a password. At first I tried entering the hotel name, but it didn't work. I then ventured over to the desk to ask what it was. I hate doing this because then they figure out I'm American and they want to talk to you for 20 minutes about while your there. Eventually I'm going to start making up some crazy story, other then telling them I'm a student.
When I get the password it's a series of numbers, and I really can't read the guy's handwriting very well. The twos looked a lot like eights. So after three password attempts, success.
There is no need for life to be this difficult.
I have emailed my Mom, and am waiting for her reply. Just as I was typing that sentence a very handsome and muscular British man walked through the lobby. FYI. And now I am writing you a letter.
The muscular man just walked through the lobby again. He knows greek, so he must be Cypriot and not British. My bad. You would find him attractive. He would be the Roger to your J Woww for a metaphor. I bet he might be a life guard, but then again I thought he was British at first. Maybe he'll walk by again.
There is a huge library of books in the lobby. I'm thinking about getting one to read tomorrow, and I'm even contemplating stealing it and bringing it back home to Tennessee. That would be quite the adrenaline rush, or not. Stuff here is expensive, and it would be a cheap souvenir. I would put it on my shelf, and people would be like "ohh wherever did you get that book?" and I would be like I stole it from this hotel this one night because these British people screaming at Wimbleton drove me crazy.
It would be a good story.
Do it! Did you take a pic of hunkymchunkerson?
ReplyDeleteYou should tell them you can't really tell them who you are and why you're there b/c you're an american spy! The immediately gasp and so "Oh no, I've said to much!" or say you are on your honeymoon with your football playing bf, Sam the Ram!