I waited for the little freak manager to drive off the hotel property so I could have a few words with him

Apparently I'm the only one from MDC…

This tale is intended to give you a taste of what I had to deal with for a year at a hotel.

(keywords: freak = cause he's a weirdo short-ass looking dumbnuts, limping = because he walks with a limp, and not the cool kind either)

This one little freak (manager) at my old job used to always follow me around to see if I was doing my job. And he has accused me of doing things I didn't do (like stealing a blue gatorade from a cooler I don't even have a key to). Plus there's no blue gatorade in the building, much less the cooler. Anyway now I got transferred to another hotel, where people actually act normal and respect each other. Ok, got it? Good.

This is what happened Tuesday night.

I was on the way home from the new job, and I thought I might as well go to the old job, to the hotel bar (which is a public bar) to say wuzup to one of my friends, a bartender there. I walk in and start talking to the other security guard, and the guy at the entry. And all this time that little F*ck is staring at me with this, "I'm about to come up with something brilliant" kinda look on his face. So I pay no attention to him, cause I don't want to waste my energy turning my eyes towards him.

I go into the bar, and the security guard comes in two minutes later, almost laughing. So I say "What did he tell you to kick me out or something?" And he goes: "Ahhh, he's just running his dumb little mouth... haha". So I'm like whatever.

Five minutes later this freak comes limping into the bar with his little radio, and comes up to me (looks up at me cause he's 4 feet tall), and says the following: "You don't belong here, cause you used to work here, so you have to get off the property, or I'm calling the police!" I was like wtf! So I look at him with this almost smile on my face, and say: "Wha?" And he nods his head like a nervous dumbass, and finally goes "...yeah...". And then he limps tha hell out of the bar.

I was like "WOWWWW! He does have a problem with me! I thought I was being paranoid! But it's true, he has nothing better to do than to try to piss me off! WOW! That's special right there."

The bartender is cracking up at him, everybody looks at me like "Well, aren't you gonna kill him?" So I go into the lobby, and see the freak talking to the entry guy, and I turn to him and go "WOOOOW! DAMN!" … all with a smile, of course.

I go outside and the entry guy is also walking to his car, and he asks me "did you at least punch his face in or something?" I'm like: "No, I'll just wait till he gets off work!"

I get into my car and pull up close to the gates, cause the freak is about to go home, and I'm just gonna wait there for him. So I'm standing there with my arms crossed with a smile on my face. And I see him in the window looking at me and then quickly limping away. I get in my car, so that I'm "off the property" and drive around to the public parking lot next to the hotel. And I sit there waiting. The freak exits the hotel, and limps across the road to the parking lot, looking around nervously. I get out of my car, just as he pulls up to the gates. His headlights shine right on me from across the street, and I smile and wave at him. He stops the car, but suddenly starts driving out, and quickly drives away. I guess my smile was more disturbing than what I was going for. Ha-ha!

I go back into the hotel and everybody's just busting out laughing at the whole situation. I mean I knew he had problems, but not to the point of kicking me out of the hotel, without thinking that I might be waiting for him outside, since he has to go home in ten minutes.

What a sneaky, dumbass little bitch!