“If this was Jeffzakhistan you’d be dead.”, Jeff said to the desk clerk.
“I can’t help the fact we don’t have any rooms left? And Jeffzakhistan?”
“Yes, that’s the imaginary country in which he is the dictator.” Thea explained to the desk clerk.
Jeff just kept on explaining how his punishment would be, “Blindfolded and placed in front of a firing squad, bam!”
“Thanks anyway, we will be leaving now.”, She said to the clerk while she dragged Jeff with her, Jeff dragged the suitcases with him.
The clerk went back to work and picked up the phone the second it rang, when she stepped into the turning door she heard the desk clerk yell her last name, “Miss Ruman!”
She quickly turned around and jumped out of the open space between the rotating door and the wall, Jeff on the other hand wasn’t that quick and got his arm stuck between the sliding doors, which did not notice his arm was there and when a hotel employee came to his rescue it was already to late.
His lower left arm was broken on countless places and later that night they found themselves in the penthouse on the top floor of the hotel, fully payed for by the hotel.
“I might never be able to play the piano, paint, or even stand on my head!” Jeff yelled.
Thea took a deep breath of the shilled air from the balcony, “Calm down, you never did any of those things anyway. And besides the doctors said your arm will recover as long as you take good care of it while it heals.”
After the pain meds kicked in Jeff finally went quite and didn’t say another word for a while.
They stood on the balcony watching the city, the skyscrapers, the stars in the sky were no match for the million lights scattered around the city.
“We should go to the beach tomorrow.”, Jeff said.
“It’s why we took one of the hotels right next to it.”, Thea said right before a soft bell near the door rang, she went inside to open the door.
Jeff remained outside slightly drugged, he spied on the hotel to the left of them, not much people were sitting on their balconies but the penthouse that was a bit lower then theirs were having a party.
The wind carried some of the music over to their balcony, it was something modern with with a slightly robotic echo behind his voice singing about getting drunk on chicks.
Jeff had no real clue what the singer meant, in his mind it meant drinking so much you had to throw up, and one would do that on nude girls.
Lucky for him Thea came back onto the balcony driving a small cart with food and drinks on it, “Look what we got, free room service!”
“Shrimp on a stick! How did they know this was my favorite thing to eat!” Jeff shouted out of sheer joy.
Thea didn’t want to seem smart by letting him know that, that were their tails not sticks.
They ate some of the food, and Jeff was holding a handful of shrimps on a stick when he saw a man walking up onto the balcony of the penthouse next to them.
“Is that really him?” Jeff asked Thea, who was licking the caviar from her fingertips.
“Who?” She asked while walking over to him, “What the..”, She said while her eyes laid on one of the most famous people on Earth.
“Short, constant grin on his face, elvis glasses, no doubt about it, thats Kim Jong Li!” Thea replied with a strong voice.
“That’s insane, a real dictator right next door to us!” Jeff yelled.
“Shh, he might hear us.”, Thea whispered.
Another man walked up onto the balcony wearing a turban and with a long pointy grey beard on his face as well as round glasses.
“Who is that?” Jeff asked Thea.
“That Iran guy, I’v seen him on TV.”, Thea said.
A black man walked up to other two dictators, also wearing glasses but quite modern ones, and with a strange vertical line below the center his nose.
“That’s the President of Zimbabwe!” Jeff yelped right before Thea covered his mouth.
The three of them mingled and appeared to be making jokes and laughing.
Yet another man walked to the group.
“Another guy, who’s that?” Thea asked.
“Fidel Castro! But he’s dead!?” Jeff yelled.
“Is that really him?” Thea asked.
Jeff swallowed a mouth full of shrimps and replied, “Cigar between his teeth, mid-length beard, military cap, totally him.”
They watched the group of dictators enjoying drinks and chatting as if they were a group of friends in a pub, and suddenly out of the blue they all looked into the direction of Jeff and Thea, who in return quickly ran inside where Jeff tripped over a loose part of carpet at the balcony doors.
The next morning Jeff was lying in bed with a broken arm and a couple of broken ribs, the hotel felt bad about what happened and gave the couple a weeks stay in the penthouse with all the room service they would want, in return Jeff wouldn’t sue them.
The rest of their vacation they spend in the hotel room with the curtains closed shut, in fear of being assassinated by evil dictators, because they knew the truth about them.
Later that night..
“They must be doing some freakish things over there, they have had their curtains closed all week.”, Robert Mugabe said.
“How very interesting, must be doing lots of humpy humping.”, Kim Long Li said followed by laughter that could be called ventriloquistic at the very least.
Fidel Castro stayed quiet while smoking the rest of his cigar.
“I can’t help the fact we don’t have any rooms left? And Jeffzakhistan?”
“Yes, that’s the imaginary country in which he is the dictator.” Thea explained to the desk clerk.
Jeff just kept on explaining how his punishment would be, “Blindfolded and placed in front of a firing squad, bam!”
“Thanks anyway, we will be leaving now.”, She said to the clerk while she dragged Jeff with her, Jeff dragged the suitcases with him.
The clerk went back to work and picked up the phone the second it rang, when she stepped into the turning door she heard the desk clerk yell her last name, “Miss Ruman!”
She quickly turned around and jumped out of the open space between the rotating door and the wall, Jeff on the other hand wasn’t that quick and got his arm stuck between the sliding doors, which did not notice his arm was there and when a hotel employee came to his rescue it was already to late.
His lower left arm was broken on countless places and later that night they found themselves in the penthouse on the top floor of the hotel, fully payed for by the hotel.
“I might never be able to play the piano, paint, or even stand on my head!” Jeff yelled.
Thea took a deep breath of the shilled air from the balcony, “Calm down, you never did any of those things anyway. And besides the doctors said your arm will recover as long as you take good care of it while it heals.”
After the pain meds kicked in Jeff finally went quite and didn’t say another word for a while.
They stood on the balcony watching the city, the skyscrapers, the stars in the sky were no match for the million lights scattered around the city.
“We should go to the beach tomorrow.”, Jeff said.
“It’s why we took one of the hotels right next to it.”, Thea said right before a soft bell near the door rang, she went inside to open the door.
Jeff remained outside slightly drugged, he spied on the hotel to the left of them, not much people were sitting on their balconies but the penthouse that was a bit lower then theirs were having a party.
The wind carried some of the music over to their balcony, it was something modern with with a slightly robotic echo behind his voice singing about getting drunk on chicks.
Jeff had no real clue what the singer meant, in his mind it meant drinking so much you had to throw up, and one would do that on nude girls.
Lucky for him Thea came back onto the balcony driving a small cart with food and drinks on it, “Look what we got, free room service!”
“Shrimp on a stick! How did they know this was my favorite thing to eat!” Jeff shouted out of sheer joy.
Thea didn’t want to seem smart by letting him know that, that were their tails not sticks.
They ate some of the food, and Jeff was holding a handful of shrimps on a stick when he saw a man walking up onto the balcony of the penthouse next to them.
“Is that really him?” Jeff asked Thea, who was licking the caviar from her fingertips.
“Who?” She asked while walking over to him, “What the..”, She said while her eyes laid on one of the most famous people on Earth.
“Short, constant grin on his face, elvis glasses, no doubt about it, thats Kim Jong Li!” Thea replied with a strong voice.
“That’s insane, a real dictator right next door to us!” Jeff yelled.
“Shh, he might hear us.”, Thea whispered.
Another man walked up onto the balcony wearing a turban and with a long pointy grey beard on his face as well as round glasses.
“Who is that?” Jeff asked Thea.
“That Iran guy, I’v seen him on TV.”, Thea said.
A black man walked up to other two dictators, also wearing glasses but quite modern ones, and with a strange vertical line below the center his nose.
“That’s the President of Zimbabwe!” Jeff yelped right before Thea covered his mouth.
The three of them mingled and appeared to be making jokes and laughing.
Yet another man walked to the group.
“Another guy, who’s that?” Thea asked.
“Fidel Castro! But he’s dead!?” Jeff yelled.
“Is that really him?” Thea asked.
Jeff swallowed a mouth full of shrimps and replied, “Cigar between his teeth, mid-length beard, military cap, totally him.”
They watched the group of dictators enjoying drinks and chatting as if they were a group of friends in a pub, and suddenly out of the blue they all looked into the direction of Jeff and Thea, who in return quickly ran inside where Jeff tripped over a loose part of carpet at the balcony doors.
The next morning Jeff was lying in bed with a broken arm and a couple of broken ribs, the hotel felt bad about what happened and gave the couple a weeks stay in the penthouse with all the room service they would want, in return Jeff wouldn’t sue them.
The rest of their vacation they spend in the hotel room with the curtains closed shut, in fear of being assassinated by evil dictators, because they knew the truth about them.
Later that night..
“They must be doing some freakish things over there, they have had their curtains closed all week.”, Robert Mugabe said.
“How very interesting, must be doing lots of humpy humping.”, Kim Long Li said followed by laughter that could be called ventriloquistic at the very least.
Fidel Castro stayed quiet while smoking the rest of his cigar.
