Bombs in my hotel!!
Late last night, I went to sleep after playing poker at about 2am in the morning. The next thing I hear is the ringing of my room phone. Not my cell phone, but my room phone… no one knows my room phone number. WTF it is like 3 am? I pick up and it is the front desk of my hotel. “There is a bomb threat and you must evacuate your room immediately!’, says the voice from the front desk. ‘OH Shit’, I think to myself.
I hang up and start stumbling around looking for my clothes. I get outside in my flip flops, shorts and a t-shirt. There are at least 8 police cars in the parking lot and yellow tape everywhere! ‘Damn, no shit bomb scare here!’ I stumble toward a police officer who asks my name. I tell him and he says go stand over there in the parking lot on the other side of the tape.
In that parking lot is one lonely looking fella sitting on the curb. ‘What’s up?’ I ask. ‘I found dynamite in my room!’ comes the reply. “WHAT?” ‘ I checked in to my hotel today around 3 PM and then went to play poker. I just came back and under my TV I found four sticks of dynamite! Also some kind of timing device I think. The police think it is real because they ran like hell when I showed it to them!’ ‘Wow!’, I reply. ‘Whose mafia wife have you been sleeping with dude?’, he laughs and replies, ‘I have no idea!’
I start talking to some other newly arriving hotel refugees. Half of them are twenty something young men and they all seem to play poker! Wish I had brought my bankroll and cards into the parking lot! We could have had quite the game.
The bomb squad finally shows up about an hour later. They remove the bomb and the police tell us we can go back. Talk about anticlimactic….