One Windy Story

Saturday morning Virginia and I woke up and saw that Russell's bed in our Hostel's private room at not been slept in. Did he go out after we'd fallen asleep? Alone? Oh no - he was in no condition. Did he make a drunken poor decision? did he fall victim to a hate crime? He didn't even bring his cell phone. We'll just have to wait it out.

Right at check-out time, Russell comes into our room, crouches low to the ground and says "guys, guys, what happened to me?"

We were just about to ask him the same thing.

He goes on to explain:
I went to the bathroom last night and when I came back out I couldn't find our room. So I just opened this unlocked room and decided to sleep in there.

For the record the bathroom was just down the hall and the unlocked room he decided to sleep in was a hostel dormitory style room with 8 Christian kids who were there on a special trip with their religion class. Russell found one empty bed among them.

In the morning, all the kids were waking up and putting on ties and getting ready for their day when Russell wakes up and says to the room of them:
"Holy shit guys! I slept in the wrong room."
No one replies or responds except for one young guy who springs up in panic from under his sheets and shouts:
"THEN WHERE'S JOHNNY?!?"




hhahahahaha. poor Johnny.