Sorry, the internet went down again.
So we don't get more than about 10 feet from the bar when an egyptian with a british accent approaches chris and starts telling him how much he and his friends wanted to talk and hang out, etc. Chris looks at me and I just reply, "I'm straight, so you guys go and have a good time and take care of my friend."
Unfortunately, I realized 3 blocks later that Chris had the key to the hotel room. So I went back inside and tried to just get the key from Chris, but I was talked into staying and having a beer with everyone. This was not difficult to do because everyone seemed like they were having such a good time. A gay time would be the most appropriate term here.
Important fact, the guy's name was Ahmed, but he went by 'Fergee.'
So fast foward to me being kicked out of my own room by some guy named Fergee. I grabbed a book and headed for the reception area on that floor and just hung out for a while. I noticed that the 14yr old doorboy who had let us into the hotel (since the doors lock at midnight) was walking passed me toward the room quite a bit. I realized he was listening in on the action and when he walked passed me and went downstairs towards the main office, I rushed to the door, banged on it, and whisper-yelled through the crack "We have serious problems, quit what you're doing and open the door."
Sure enough, the door boy is back again within minutes and escorts Fergee out of the building, but not before Fergee got my number so he could call Chris later. I figured this was all finished until the doorboy came back and asked to speak to me for a minute, or at least motioned the sentiment. He then realized that neither one of us spoke the other's language and began miming something that looked like 'plowing.' I figure that's not what he meant and when I looked confused he grabs the floor squeegy from the bathroom and continues doing exactly what he was doing before. Chris then grabs the translation book and the doorboy looks through it, points to Chris and says 'a gay'. Then he looks through the book some more and then points to the word 'sexy'.
At this point I am laughing, even though I know I shouldn't be, but come on squeegy - a gay - sexy is hilarious!
Fergee calls at just the right time and I get him to translate for me and he somehow talks us out of the situation completely. I also get the feeling the boy never told anyone in the hotel about any of this. I also realized he was looking through the keyhole, not just listening in. I also realize that maybe, the doorboy will have some very tough years ahead of him.
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