the most awkwardest of exits

Saturday, February 11, 2006


the most awkwardest of exits

staying in a hostel in florence, italy. richie and i exit our room. reception is outside our door, a medium sized room. the guy working there is at the desk, talking to two girls who have bags and look like they just checked in. all are sitting down.

mike. mostly just to the reception guy, who is nice. "uh, ciao!"

all. "ciao."

I open the door leading to the stairwell. we're three flights up. darkness. attempting to turn the lights to the stairs on, i flip a switch in the reception room next to the door. turning out half the lights in this room instead of the stairs. i fail to notice. i hear the nice man say something about needing some lights, haha, it's night out, and realize what i've done. i click the lights back on, and then reach for more switches, slapping them down. i ring the doorbell, a loud chime again in the reception room. somehow, i also slap the stair lights on. everyone laughs, haha, and i mumble something about it being hard to tell what goes with what.