Female-douchery.
SAN FRANCISCO. 2 AM.
I ride up the elevator up to my 4th floor hotel room & as I exit, I spy to my left:
Two wasted girls, sprawled out on the floor, their shoes are off, their Forever 21 outfits are disheveled. They look like hell.
Wasted Girl: (looking up at me) “Oh, I don’t care about you…” as she waves her hand at me dismissively.
Wasted Girl Two: (as she burps) “Hahahahahahaha…”
I walk to my room, close the door, pick up the phone & press ‘0’
Concierge: “Hello?”
Me: (in my best Katharine Hepburn voice) “Good evening…There are two skanks sitting near the elevator on the 4th floor. And they’re being…well, skanky.”
Concierge: “No problem, we’ll be right up to remove them Ma’am.”
