WOW, big fun, I was doing great on my GMAT problems and I was happy doing it because finally I had the GMAT vibe. Question after Question I could answer or narrow the options down so that I saw the answer. Then suddenly a terrible noise penetrated the room. It felt like my ears were blown off and I tried to go on, but my head just could’t handle the pain.
I guessed it was the firealarm. What other thing makes a 160 db noice? [Except from the fat lady next doors who gets orgasms which seem to hurt]
I walked out with my laptop under my arm because it seemed to be the asset which had the greatest value in my room. So I walked down to the reception and asked when this terrible noise was going to stop…
The girl said: “Well it set off in the managers room…” “Well that explains it” I said ironnically. I guessed my gay manager was having a pot-party…. or was I-Potting ( .
The search for new words , which could be strung in a new “I-have-a-gay-hotel-manager-joke”, was suddenly interrupted by the raging bells and horns of the firetrucks homing in on the hotel. This answered my question how long it was going to take…not very.
But now I knew I made a mistake: off course Bozo: BYOC…. Bring Your Own Camera! Not your laptop: it doesnt take pictures! And these American firetrucks are a symbol of “The American Way”: too Big, too Fat, too noisy; I love them! Next time, remember: BYOC

….. After 5 minutes I walked in again…isn’t it a dangerous life I’m living here….