Funny thing happened on my way to the brewery

I thought I'd go down to the brewery today and see if Pink was there. Pink is not his real name, its Jonah, but his last name is Lloyd, hence Pink Lloyd. Hey, it makes me laugh. Well the funny thing is that I never made it out the door. The phone rang and it was work. It appears as tho the schedule was changed and no one bothered to call me in advance. So nice guy that I am, I go to work. For those of you who don't know, I work at a hotel. Now the irony is that when I lived in Flag I was working with people with special needs. Now in Poky I am working with especially needy people. Having spent time with the only roof over my head being the sky, I find it hard to empathize, or even sympathize with people whose rooms are too hot or too cold, or they don't know how to use a toilet properly. The sad fact is that I am getting paid more to drive people to the airport than I would working with disabled adults.
There's another reason why I am working at a hotel. About 10 years ago I was living in New Hampshire, working third shift ( not that that matters), and at lunch myself, Mike Duddley, and Charlene went out to Mikes car and started drinking some beer. Now, Mike and I had both lived in Oregon and we got to talking and decided that we should go. He starts the car, drives over the snowbank, and down the freeway we go. Well Charlene starts to worry and we only got as far as Boston. We went to one hotel and were told there were no rooms available. The next stop allowed us to stay. In the lobby was a grand piano and on seeing that I knew where I would be for a while. I began to play a piece that I call Rain. I start on the high notes, tapping on the keys like raindrops on a flower. Then bam, slamming on the low keys to produce thunder. Little did I know that during this 30 minute overture the front desk called Mike and asked him to come get me. His response was "do you know who he is? you should ask for his autograph".

I too tired of that and went up to the room to crash. As I got off the elevator I noticed all the furniture in the landing area. So for the next few hours I rode to every floor pulling the chairs, tables, pictures and fake trees and then depositing them in the landing area of our floor. We're talking over 30 chairs, 15 tables, 30 fake trees, and however many pictures, trash cans and mirrors. I wound up falling asleep in the hallway only to be awoken by the sound of Mikes laughter. "You've been a busy man" he said as we walked the narrow path to the elevator door. The point is, some one had to put all that stuff back, and I'm paying for it now. But it was worth it.
There are more Master Duddley (say it with an english accent) stories to come, involving such things as police, horses, and Bela Fleck.