One night when I was working as a night auditor for a hotel, a black dude came in around 6:00 am as I was preparing the continental breakfast bar. His eyes were very bloodshot and jittery, and he looked like a zombie, because of his shuffling manner of walking and unkempt attire (dirty wife beater, ripped jeans). He spoke in a slow, groany voice, but instead of asking me for my brains, he wanted a room.
As I scanned his credit card, he asked me what time it was. I said 6:00, and that it was early. He says, "Uuuuhhh, PM?".
Later he came to the desk in just his filthy underpants to ask for more towels and a late checkout. I found out later from housekeeping that the police were searching for him (3 warrants, if I remember right) and they came to get him and he had skipped out.
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