“Security.”
“Yeah, Jim, Duquan here. What’re you seeing for activity on elevator 8?”
“Surprisingly busy for 3 AM. Now that you mention it. What’s up?”
“Somebody, that’s for sure. Keeps getting out on floor after floor, looking around, then popping back into the elevator again. We’re starting to get complaints from the rooms adjacent to the elevator lobbies.”
“I’m not surprised. With 60 floors to this hotel, you’d think whoever it is would find what he was looking for sooner or later.”
“Like, an unlocked door?”
“Yeah, copy that. You and Gloria check it out, ok? Just be careful.”
“Roger … ok, we’ve got him. Jim, you’re not going to believe this.”
“Try me.”
“It’s a little kid. Boy, around eight. Tony the Tiger PJs and everything.”
“What the bloomingdales is he doing up at this hour?”
“Says he couldn’t sleep. Parents wouldn’t, or couldn’t, wake up, so he let himself out of the room around 2 AM and has been riding the elevator ever since.”
“For why?”
“He says he was looking for a bedtime story.”
“Duquan …”
“Jim, I am not making this up!”
“Right. I suppose we should be glad he didn’t make his way to the penthouse, or the bridal suites.”
“Should we call child protective services?”
“No, just get him back to his room. Kid who thinks like that is way trouble enough, we don’t need to give his parents any more.”
- O Ceallaigh
Copyright © 2009 Felloffatruck Publications. All wrongs deplored.
All opinions are mine as a private citizen.
Honey, I’m thinking the kid should have gone to the bridal suite. They’d sure be thinking twice about starting their family very soon.
By: Quilly on September 29, 2009
at 07:40
Might’ve been too late by then, Q.
By: The Amoeba on September 29, 2009
at 07:47
They still make 8 year olds THAT innocent?
By: melli on September 29, 2009
at 07:43
In the amoeba’s world, they do, Melli. But I suppose that’s why I’m not a real estate agent. Waitaminute … that’s realIty …
By: The Amoeba on September 29, 2009
at 07:50
Pretty scary stuff. Remember that little boy who was kidnapped and murdered in his hotel?
By: gigihawaii on September 29, 2009
at 08:39
Missed that one, Gigi, though I imagine it happens more often than we reckon. By comparison with little boys being thrown onto freeways, however …
By: The Amoeba on September 29, 2009
at 13:25
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By: Quintessentially Quilly » Do Not Disturb on September 29, 2009
at 09:12
Sounds like the Ascension of Red Chief.
My kids would do that. We don’t get much sleep around here.
By: Susan at Stony River on September 29, 2009
at 12:35
They would, Susan? With the pun?! My condolences.
The Ransom of Red Chief.
By: The Amoeba on September 29, 2009
at 13:30
Art’s Kids used to say the Darnedest things,
I wonder if they “Did” the Darnedest Things as well.
By: Bill on September 29, 2009
at 13:36
Art L. would never tell, Bill. His stage manager, however …
By: The Amoeba on September 29, 2009
at 14:01
He got himself a wake-up story, though, didn’t he?
By: Doug on September 30, 2009
at 16:08
I suppose, Dawg. But his parents got blackmail material, big time.
By: The Amoeba on September 30, 2009
at 17:47