Once upon a time several years ago my family was on a road trip. We were staying in South Dakota in the Hotel Alex Johnson (where a couple presidents have stayed). Our family split up into a couple rooms because it gets a little squishy fitting nine people into one room (not to mention that there are usually limits on the number of people, but rules were made to break, right?)
Three of my sisters and I got ourselves situated in our hotel room, and settled down after dinner. We turned on the tv, and lo and behold, American Idol was on. It’s not something I’ve ever followed, but singing is fun, right? Awesome.
We watched the last half of the episode, and all of us were rather jubilant over Scotty McCreery’s lovely voice (most of us like country music, and he wore a cross, how awesome was that?!). Then we got out a laptop, and started watching YouTube videos of his songs. And THEN we started singing along. It was loud. You get the picture
Then came the knock on our door . . . a hotel employee informed us that we needed to quiet down because a nearby patron had complained about our excessive level of jubilation (around 8 or 9pm). Alrightie then. We got quieter, and stifled our noise as we finished whatever videos we were watching. But whoever had complained must have been suffering from insomnia because they complained. Again. That time (around 11pm) we got a call from the front desk informing us that if we got one more complaint, we would be kicked out of the hotel. Nice, right?
We decided it would be a good idea to go to sleep after that phone call.
We later realized that there had been some party down the hall, and the light sleepers might have misplaced the noise and complained about the wrong people. Anyhow, that is the story of how my sisters and I were pretty close to getting kicked out of a hotel. The End.
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