My sister told me the funniest story the other day. I’m still chortling about it.
She has this co-worker that is rather vapid with a tendency to embarrass herself by drinking too much and saying things best not repeated. They were at a tradeshow in Las Veg*s as a team and, of course, Mandy wound up assigned to the same hotel room with this girl, whom I will call “Ashley”. Mandy just decides to kind of ignore her and go about her work week. On the last night, she went out for supper with a few other co-workers while Ashley went out to the clubs to dance and generally make a fool of herself with some local friends. Mandy went back to her room early and goes to bed.
Around 4:30 in the morning, Ashley stumbles in, completely drunk. She slurs into the room, waking Mandy up with her knocking about. She tells Mandy about some horrid girl that she had to punch at the club which then got her kicked out of the club. Honestly. This girl slugged it out with some other chick at the club. So Mandy is furious. First of all, she’s rooming with the village idiot and now she’s been woken up from a sound sleep by Drunken Ashley needing a shoulder to cry on. Eventually, Ashley passes out on the bed.
With a sigh, Mandy turns over and goes back to sleep.
Five minutes later….
“Doncha wish your girlfriend was HOT LIKE ME…”
Yes, Ashley’s cell phone ring is the most obnoxious song in the history of mankind. And it’s ringing. Over and over. And over.
Mandy is now cowering in her bed with her pillow over her head. Ashley is snoring through “Doncha….doncha….doncha” (the best lyrics in the world, don’t you think?). Mandy finally throws her covers off and strides through the room to turn the phone off.
She can’t find it. Finally she finds the phone. “Doncha wish your girlfriend was hot like me….doncha….doncha….”. She can’t turn it off as it’s locked. So she flings Ashley’s suitcase open and buries the phone it so the “doncha wish your girlfriend was hot like me” is now a faint irritation and drifts off to sleep. All night long, every 15 minutes or so, the phone starts to sing again.
She emerged the winner of the Worst Roadtrip Roomie Ever Award.
