Most of you know I have been out of town for the past couple weeks for work. Dallas is as non-interesting as you can get. Chains everywhere; a half finished rail system, which I understand has been in process for over a decade, everything's fried and people still chain-smoke here. Really? The only thing the city seemed to have going for it is the Dallas Cowboys and their new billion dollar stadium.
On a fantastic, sweet opportunity, I actually got to experience the love for the stadium when someone gave my roommate and I free tickets to the All Star game. Sweet.
Back to the story:
The hotel my company puts us up at was average. Nothing great about it. Nothing bad, just nothing great. Fast forward to night 2.
I am awakened to a loud noise. As I lay in my bed and try to process what the noise was, the hall door (on our floor) opens and a man starts banging on doors screaming, "help me". Turns out he had been shot on the 6th floor and found his way to the 4th floor to seek safety.
Security wanders up and leads him downstairs where the paramedics and police were waiting. Now, my roommate and I are wide awake wondering, "what the hell just happened".
Welcome to Dallas.
After a couple days of digging for info, we found out that it was a domestic incident. Wife sneaks to hotel to bang some guy. Husband hunts them down and shoots said guy. Chaos and confusion result at 5:40a for the guests of hotel.
So, I drafted a letter for the participants of above incident.
Dear Dallas Wife,
Your husband is looking for you... with a gun.
Sincerely,
SLSmart
P.S. Next time you decide to cheat, perhaps you shouldn't choose a hotel that has the 10 Commandments (in stone) posted at the front door - yes, they were talking to YOU!
Afterthought for the husband:
Next time you suspect your wife of cheating perhaps the words of Eamon would be a better choice for resolution, so as to avoid jail time and just bad karma in general.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I96Vh5NuoJg
