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So it turns out the drunkin weirdo from the other night is staying at my hotel and his room is across from mine. I can see his door from my window. I can't believe he's still here. If this happened in Canada, the police would of been called and the hotel would of thrown him out. But the hotel hasn't done anything. Management thought it was funny. They said maybe he was sleep walking. Really? I doubt it. He was drunk. I could smell alcohol on him when I slammed the door in his face. I'll never forget waking up to him staring at me. It wasn't funny. I guess around here if you're not robbed, raped or beaten it's not taken seriously.
Thankfully I'll be in another hotel in a few days and I won't have to see the guy again.
Someone suggested that I should keep a baseball bat next to my bed from now on. After this incident, I think that's a good idea. And yes I will always lock my door. That was stupid. Big lesson learned.
