A bump in the night
I'm in bed dreamin' away when I hear something banging on the ladder next to my bed. I open my eyes and there is this black figure stumbling around. He for some reason crawls into cubby parallel to my mattress and soon comes to face with the wall. At this point he is about six inches from my face. However instead of turning around to find his own bed he just stands there, wavering a little.
It is 3:30 in the morning and this is very strange so I sit up and ask him what is going on? He seems incapable of responding so I turn on the light and attempt to physically relocate him, but he resists. By this point everyone in the dorm is awake and curiously leaning over their beds. I shrug, 'J'ai aucune idée...' The figure begins scratching himself. After about 10 minutes of my questioning and more scratching he eventually realizes he is in the wrong place. I manage to get him out of there, whether he was drunk or in some way disabled I don't know.
He heads for the shower and we hear a narrow channel of water falling into plastic not porcelain. He was pissing in the garbage.
He made it to bed finally, and this morning, according to the manager, 'On le fou dehors!'
- posted by Bill @ 01:11