Hostel Drama In NYC

I love New York. Everything about it. This post has nothing to do with those things. Well, maybe a little.

I got in pretty late last night and my three roommates were already asleep. At about five in the morning there was some commotion and voices, but I was pretty out of it and just fell back asleep. Half an hour later, one of the girls packed up all her shit and left the room. The other two girls were talking about how she was crazy. Now I had to know what the hell happened.

"Are you guys talking about the girl who just left?" I asked the Aussie who was in the bunk above the absentee guest.

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"She accused me of masturbating for hours."

"WHAT??"

"She told me I had to stop because I had been at it for hours and she couldn't sleep."

"Oh. My. God. That's fucking crazy! And now she just left?"

"Yep. She's nuts!", the Brit in the bunk above me said.

"And she told this to the guy at the front desk?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's so embarrassing! What am I supposed to do!" the Aussie lamented.

Later this morning, I talked to Tony at the front desk about it. He asked me if it really had been bad. I had to say, that honestly, I don't think anything was going on and that the chick was just fucking nuts.

New York. There's always something crazy going on.