How did I know YOU would ask.
To make it a short...living in motel for few months for company I worked for at the ship yard.....woke up late one night by loud knock on the door. Open door, stare down black sawed off shotgun barrels. Apparently there was an illicit romance occurring in the next room over. So drunk as hell husband rolls up in pick up truck after seeing her honda parked out side my door I guess, and after the "romance" had already begun, thinks the party is in my room. He knocks on my door wanting to know "where the F__K is my wife. He's rather irritated and loud. Time slows down and I start thinking about past events in my life, things I should have completed, my girlfriend, my mopar, is it gonna hurt, etc. She must have heard his yelling, ran out the door in a flimsy motel room towel, barely covered up. By this time someone has already called cops. They come, they point their guns at him, he lays down on ground they handcuff him, arrest him, pick him up and as he's lead to the cruiser he starts blubbering and crying about how much he still loves his wife. THAT was kinda sad, she didn't even look at him while they hauled him off to jail. I go back inside, change shorts and watch tv unit I have to go to work in the morning. That's the short of it. I won't stay in any motels now, esp. since its not just me anymore.
. We were simply on a budget though.
