LaSheeka hits me up on the handheld radio:
“Lance come to the lobby; we have a situation.”
“Okay. On my way.”
Got there. Discovered some young blonde damsel in distress, Sobbing.
“What’s the matter Girl?” I asked.
(LaSheeka looked at me and rolled her eyes—yeah, I caught that look—she and I were mind melded—almost mentally joined at the hip.
Blonde says, “My boyfriend has abused me. He is drunk. I just want him to go away.”
“What room you in?” I asked
“Ok. Let’s go there.”
“Please don’t hurt him. And don’t call the police. I just want him to go away.”
“No worries Lil Lady.”
We arrived at the room.
I confronted Mister Asshole.
(Who was Half- Naked and Barefooted.)
“Hey Dude! Guess what? You are out of here! Come with me!”
“Can I at least get my shit?”
“No! Come with me Asshole!”
He did and I threw him out.
Onto the Memphis Streets. At two o’clock in the morning.
Over his protestations.
Eventually he came wandering back into the lobby of Hotel Indigo.
I looked at LaSheeka and said,
“Call Memphis Finest before I kill this mother-fucker.”
Police showed up.
And sorted it all out.
Asshole and GF made up.
And went back to their room.
Wasting my time.
Great addition to LaSheeka first story.
She did say not to call the cops…