This is a story of how I nuked some cockroaches in my hotel bed. They had to stop bugging me.
The Trip In
On the road and a plane flight later we arrive at the club. Part of the contract stipulates accommodations, of which we are immensely grateful. It always helpful to defer costs, especially hotels; saves a ton of money.
We have been booked an extended engagement and will be at the club several days. Get it while you can: these days these types of gigs are few and far in-between. Not like the old days.
We set up our gear and get the sound check done. Pretty cool when we don’t have to rush and play. Downbeat is 9 pm tomorrow night. Time to get settled in to our lodging.
Everyone gets their own bedroom. Shared bathroom, but, so what, privacy on the road is a precious thing. I’m thinking, ‘I get a room to myself’. Right On!!!!!
Bed Time For Bonzo
Exhausted, I crawl into bed. Basically I pass out. Its been a long day.
I dream of a hot summer day, laying in the grass, leaves rustling in the gentle wind, caressing my body. A cold beer would be nice, making my lounging perfect.
But……something isn’t right, I can’t put my finger on it, but the leaves seem to be rustling a little too frantically.
Slowly, begrudgingly, I come to consciousness. There is really something wrong. Turning on the bedstand lamp I cautiously pull back the sheets. ARRRRRG!!!!! Oh My God!!!!!! There are three cockroaches in the bed. I want to puke, shivering from the revulsion.
Death To Cockroaches
I jump out of bed. AHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!! STOP BUGGING ME!!!
How do I get these critters to stop bugging me? I run to the local Stop-and-Rob and buy a can of Raid. Who cares about health risks. Besides, its only temporary. Death to cockroaches!!!!
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