Stupid Hurts

Normally I ride the bus into downtown Orlando and walk over into the ghetto to get my laundry done in an all night laundromat. I go there because I am always guaranteed a free entertainment from the locals every time.  Except this time I went somewhere different because I was feeling less than excited about a hour long bus ride. I ended up in the hotel next the place where we store the pedal-cabs for work. While hanging out in the laundry room in only my shorts and shoes, this redheaded girl saunters in to check on her laundry. I will admit to checking her out, I will go so far as to say I checked all of her out, I would even go so far as to say I took the time to admire the cleft of her ass in her bikini, but I digress as that’s really not the point.

While she worked on getting her laundry transferred from the washer to the dryer, I worked on getting up the nerve to talk to her. Luckily I managed to and we ended up chatting for a bit. Eventually in a rare display of forwardness I offered to to take her out for ice-cream. Surprisingly enough she accepted. Before we could go I had to do something with my laundry so I told her I would catch back up with her.

After taking my laundry where It needed to be, I returned to her hotel room. Where I found that I had interrupted her attempt at a quick shower. She invited me in and dashed back into the bathroom with her towel.  We continue talking through the door. Once she comes out of the bathroom I managed to coax her into showing me a little skin. On that note my new camera phone has it’s first official ass shot on it.

After an hour or so of this foolishness the girl she is sharing her room with shows up and we talk for a bit. After getting a phone call Sam told me she needed to go run an errand but would be back shortly. So I ended up in the hotel room alone with her roommate. We chatted for a bit, but I decide to slip out and do something else since. Once I returned to their room, no one answered the door, it was no biggie because she had my phone number.

Or so I thought.

Unfortunately my cell phone network went down for some reason several hours that night, I found this out when I couldn’t make a call or check my voice mail. So when she did call she just got a busy signal.

But wait! Now for the best part. I let her check her email on my laptop. Later on that night while doing my own web thing I noticed several odd links in my history so I checked them out. It turns out to pay for their road trip, her and her friend had been selling their “services” to willing men. I think the worse part is, they both had their young kids with them.

So mama’s don’t let your daughters grow up to be hookers.