The Old Man Who Stole My Bed...

...and NO sickos, not THAT old man! Different story entirely. :- D

So Cinders and I were in smelly Scotland. We arrived late and almost slept in the train station. An Aussie girl called us "HAHD ASSES," quite the compliment, considering those Aussies. In any case, Cindy and I finally did find a place to spend the night and then the next day we had to find another hostel. We called a bunch and for some reason the city was jam-packed. Ugh. Finally, we walked clear across town to the only available one and stood in line at the desk. We were given our dorm room keys and bed numbers and we hauled our bags up the stairs to the room. We looked in. It was afternoon so not many people were there of course. The beds all had these bright numbers painted on them and most of them were already claimed. People were hanging jackets, bags, clothes on them so you'd know they were taken. Cindy found hers after a minute, but I was confused. I couldn't find my bed.
Well, I'd found the number, but it didn't make sense. That bed was taken. Really taken. There was a fat, naked old man sleeping soundly between the sheets.
After another search, I showed Cindy and we freaked. It couldn't be, it just couldn't. It was too awful. We turned away and went back downstairs.
The girl at the desk was busy but I had to tell her the problem. Before I could even get all the words out of my mouth, her face soured and she interrupted.
"FUCKIN' OLD MAN!"
So she knew him. He was quite a pain in their necks.
The girl understood. Even if he'd cleared out, there was no way I was going to sleep in that bed that night. She didn't even ask me to. It'd have been like asking me to jump off one of the castle's towers. No way. There was only one dirty old man on my mind at that time anyway.
The girl traded in our keys and sent us to a more private room with no one else in it.
We stayed up all night chatting and the next morning I woke up feeling like vomit. The city smelled like rotten eggs. Worse. It smelled like the old man! I couldn't wait to get on the next train back to England.
...tune in next time for more ADVENTURES ACROSS THE ATLANTIC!