Queen to My 3 Boys

Here's a true story for you...

Dwayne and his friend, Dennis, went on a business trip to the city. It happened to fall on the same weekend as the snowmobile expo.

Coincidence? Maybe.

Some of their other friends had gone to the expo - including my brother and Mr. Journey. The guys stopped by the expo. When my brother and Mr. Journey found out that Dwayne & Dennis were spending the night in the city, they offered to share their hotel room.

"It's a large hotel - about 32 floors. Our room is really big - 2 rooms, extra beds."

That sounded good. They gave Dwayne and Dennis the key and the room number and said they'd meet them there later.

When they got to the hotel, the key card wouldn't work in the elevator. Stupid things never seem to work properly. They stood in the elevator watching other people swipe their cards. Maybe they were doing it too fast or too slow. Some of the others looked at them like they were about to jump them strangely.

(Those guys sure exaggerated. The hotel isn't 32 floors - it was only 20 floors.)

They decided there was something wrong with the key. They went to the reception and said it wasn't working. Could they get a new one?

The receptionist wanted ID, but Dwayne's was out in the truck. "It's room 1308 and it's under Mr. Journey's name."

The guy checked his computer and gave them another key.

The key worked in the elevator and the room. Bonus!

(Those guys really exaggerated. The room was one room - not two - and it was tiny with only one bed. Where were they going to sleep?)

They looked around a bit more and noticed a Chinese newspaper. What?!?!

Dwayne looked in Mr. Journey's backpack, which was laying there. Chinese writing in there, too.

Uh, oh.

"Let's get outta here. We're in the wrong room."

Turns out it was the same hotel chain, different hotel.

The blessing? The real room owners didn't come back just as Dwayne & Dennis were leaving. Would I have been the choice for his one allowable telephone call?