In which our intrepid hero encounters much roadside lodging of a bygone era…
Every frequent traveler has their hotel stories to tell. One little one of mine comes from a trip to Little Rock, Arkansas, in the 1990s. I walked into my hotel room to discover that there was an agitated bee in the hotel room. That was a little disconcerting. I am not afraid of bees but I respect them and being in the same hotel room as one struck me as being a mite too close for comfort. So I called down to the front desk and told them to send someone up with some bugspray. Eventually a hotel staff member arrived but he didn’t have any bugspray. How the hotel expected him to kill the bee was beyond me. What he did have was bug-eyes and I soon discovered the reason that he was so fearful was because he was, allegedly, allergic to bee stings. “So the hotel sent the one guy allergic to bee stings to come kill my bee?” I asked. “And didn’t give him anything to kill it with?” We saw, eventually, that more than anything the bee just wanted out of there—he kept trying to get out through the window (which did not open). So finally we decided to team up—one of us trapped the bee in some of the window curtains while the other thwacked him with a book (probably the hotel room bible). Final score: Bee 0, Two Idiots 1.
Unearthed Ohio 