All my hotel stories were dull...

Until now.

I just had a very beautiful young woman step into the hotel, asking if there was a room available.  I, of course, said there was... and almost told her the price, until her friend followed in.  Her loud, drunk friend.

... Who just happened to be a midget.

Who was also a woman.

I then told them the price for the room, trying my damnedest to treat the little person... NOT like a little person.  The dwarf, upon hearing the price, slurred drunkenly, "Hey, will you give us the room cheaper if she gives you a blowjob?"  To which the girl laughed, gasping, and leaned over to me, saying, "She's... had a bit much to drink.  Don't pay her any mind."

"Yeah, I... got the feeling."

... The three of us then proceeded to engage in haggling, which there would be none of on my end, and me repeating to the midget that there were no pizza places that delivered at 2:30 AM,  much less OPEN.

The drunk midget also wanted to go to the beach, and to fool around in our jacuzzi room with the hot girl.  A large part of me wants to know their story.  Like, do a novelization of it.  Because they must lead a FASCINATING life.

... What.  The.  Fuck.

Also, I think I need a vote: This story, or me helping Busta Rhymes.  WHICH WINS?

PS: I only really use this damned thing anymore for looking at peoples' art. My shit is completely inconsequential at this point.