hotel craziness.
Author's note: Hmm. I think, some will argue it's long overdue, that I'm going to start writing in formal English with capital letters and all. It may not last, but it may make my writing more effective. Like I give a shit. Just kidding. You know I do.
ANYWAY...
Around 1:30am, a Chinese girl in her 20s came up to the front desk and mumbled at me while shaking and obviously in pain, about to cry. I asked her what was wrong and she slumped down in front of the desk out of view.
Cue: alarm!
So I scurried around to her and tried to get her story, but she was just mumbling and clutching her stomach. After a few seconds, she scrabbled into her purse and handed me her ID and credit card.
So I took another cue to get back behind the desk and call 911.
While I waited for the EMTs, I put a towel under her head and got her a bottle of water. (Which I commend myself for. Very cool and under fire, considering the only thing I was prepared for tonight was the possibility of tornados)
The EMTs arrived, talked to her, got more info than I did (rude Chinese girl, like I'm not confidable!) and I think they think, like I did, that she was probably with a guest in the hotel (she wasn't in the system) who may have beaten or attacked her.
She wouldn't go to the hospital, I found her credit card onfile for a room on the second floor under a man's name, and they called the police.
So by 1:45, the lobby was filled with 4 EMTs and five cops. Interesting. (I wish Erik Estrada or LaToya had been on the beat)
Come to find out it was all tied to the Apple Blossom spa ordeal from last week where they found out the spa (literally right next door to my apartment. See how it's about me again? My journal!)
was actually an undercover Chinese prostitution ring.
Well, turns out this girl was involved in that. She confided in the cops that she thought someone was going to kill her, but they also realized that she had ingested half a bottle of Johnny Walker. Being around 90 pounds, that didn't go so well for her, but since she wouldn't go anywhere, they contacted the guy in the room (old dude, I'd say 50s. Probably a john who really wished he'd spent his cash elsewhere tonight) who led her back to bed (Subtext: back onto his dick).
Cops left, telling me to call if anything else happened.
Granted, it was colorful enough but the trainwreck-watcher part of me hoped there'd be some violent showdown, maybe a Chinese shootout with ninjas dropping from the chandeliers throwing stars everywhere.
Oh, afflicted Chinese sex worker, you're a pretty good substitute for a tornado.
ANYWAY...
Around 1:30am, a Chinese girl in her 20s came up to the front desk and mumbled at me while shaking and obviously in pain, about to cry. I asked her what was wrong and she slumped down in front of the desk out of view.
Cue: alarm!
So I scurried around to her and tried to get her story, but she was just mumbling and clutching her stomach. After a few seconds, she scrabbled into her purse and handed me her ID and credit card.
So I took another cue to get back behind the desk and call 911.
While I waited for the EMTs, I put a towel under her head and got her a bottle of water. (Which I commend myself for. Very cool and under fire, considering the only thing I was prepared for tonight was the possibility of tornados)
The EMTs arrived, talked to her, got more info than I did (rude Chinese girl, like I'm not confidable!) and I think they think, like I did, that she was probably with a guest in the hotel (she wasn't in the system) who may have beaten or attacked her.
She wouldn't go to the hospital, I found her credit card onfile for a room on the second floor under a man's name, and they called the police.
So by 1:45, the lobby was filled with 4 EMTs and five cops. Interesting. (I wish Erik Estrada or LaToya had been on the beat)
Come to find out it was all tied to the Apple Blossom spa ordeal from last week where they found out the spa (literally right next door to my apartment. See how it's about me again? My journal!)
was actually an undercover Chinese prostitution ring.
Well, turns out this girl was involved in that. She confided in the cops that she thought someone was going to kill her, but they also realized that she had ingested half a bottle of Johnny Walker. Being around 90 pounds, that didn't go so well for her, but since she wouldn't go anywhere, they contacted the guy in the room (old dude, I'd say 50s. Probably a john who really wished he'd spent his cash elsewhere tonight) who led her back to bed (Subtext: back onto his dick).
Cops left, telling me to call if anything else happened.
Granted, it was colorful enough but the trainwreck-watcher part of me hoped there'd be some violent showdown, maybe a Chinese shootout with ninjas dropping from the chandeliers throwing stars everywhere.
Oh, afflicted Chinese sex worker, you're a pretty good substitute for a tornado.