It was
early in the morning and as I came out from the wash room, under the
dim light, I was surprised and aghast to see my colleague, John
Morbid, with his underwear on, was standing next to the door of the
hotel room, With the front part of his underwear pulled way down
below his scrotum he was urinating against the wall whilst his dreamy
eyes was staring at the ceiling. Out of courtesy and not to embarrass
him, I didn't say anything and just came out from the washroom and
went to the desk next to my bed.
Upon
hearing the noise coming from the desk, John stopped urinating
abruptly, pulled up his underwear and seem to have awoken from a
spell or hangover. He drank too much beer the previous night.
“Hey
pal, it's your turn for the washroom.” I said.
“Ah yes,
thank you.” he murmured.
I was
fully dressed up when he came out from the washroom. He was wrapped up
with a large towel and walked slowly to his bed side. I had switched
on all the light and the wet floor could easily be seen.
“John,
the floor near the door is wet. What happened? A leaking ceiling?”
I asked.
“ No, it
isn't. I spilled a bottle of mineral water while you were in the
washroom.” he replied.
“Oh, I
see.” I said.
What a
lousy lie I thought. John opened his bag and took out a used short
pant and proceeded to mop up the liquid from the floor. After that he
simply stuffed the pant back into his bag.
Yak! If
only I knew his habit well, I wouldn't want to share the hotel room
with him. I was lucky as he would be checking out in the late
afternoon.
On our way
to attend the refresher course, I stopped by the counter at the lobby
and informed the staff there that I wanted my room to be cleaned up
for the day.
