30-pack abs
I can sometimes be a bit immature. Shocker. Late one night, I took a few complimentary candy bars from the gift shop at a local hotel. And by one night, I mean the statute of limitations has expired.
I had a long walk home – I was hungry – and there wasn’t an employee in sight. Well, at least there wasn’t when I walked in. But there was one waiting for me when I walked out.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“Yeah, I need to charge these to my room,” I replied holding a handful of goodies.
“No problem. What’s your room number?”
“212,” I quickly responded.
“What’s your last name?”
“Johnson.”
She typed the room number into the computer and said, “I’m sorry, but that room number is registered under a different name.”
“Oh, it must be under my buddy’s name.”
At this point, I thought about running out the door.
“That’s okay,” she said as she put the receipt on the counter, “Just sign here.”
“Okee dokee.”
I scribbled ‘Tim Johnson’, walked down the hall and exited through a side door – leaving a trail of wrappers in my wake.
Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream.