Tuesday, January 18, 2011

a conversation with 'mike'



I ended up spending New Year's Eve in a nonsmoking motel in Newton, Kansas. So because I had to smoke outside, I kept getting trapped in conversations with another smoker who called himself 'Mike'. The next morning I saw him in the lobby area carrying a plastic bag full of blood-soaked towels. His girlfriend had stabbed him in the side and he didn't want to call the cops because she was pregnant -- yet he saved all the stained towels for 'evidence'. ?? I didn't stick around for explanations, and I hope this isn't a sign of what 2011 has in store.

9 comments:

Debra said...

i can see why it would have taken you a few weeks to process those encounters. {shudder}

Lea Ann said...

Good Grief! We read the Hutch News on line everyday...I swear I don't doubt a word of this.

Anonymous said...

So THAT'S how you train a guy to keep his fingers out of your purse. -Cin

Vickie said...

Holy Moly! This is one of those events that you have to say to yourself, "This is going to be a crazy story later." (and indeed it was)

Malagutigrrl said...

LOL! I wish I could draw better. But I've been studying art so we'll see!

FrankandMary said...

I don't like when strangers restake the boundary of acquaintance. TMI from Mike.

LOL on you need a better hat.
xxooxxoo

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

How can anyone ever be a Dukes of Hazard expert?

Chris said...

Well, he did say she was going to kill him....

almost 50 but not quite said...

this reminds me of a train trip i took from kc to whitefish, montana. always wanted to write a one-act about "the smoking car."