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     My boyfriend and I are taking a little vacation. We rent a hotel room in the city for a few days.  Several of us are staying in the same hotel.  These rooms seem really nice.  I have a huge window, the type you see in movies.  I am hanging out and sort of groggy when my boyfriend takes me to the window.  He is looking for something to show me but then there's someone blocking our view.  He says that he got a call from one of ours friends that lives nearby. Apparently he has put some sort of message on his window for us to see.  Unfortunately, there is no way we can see out of our window right now.

     My boyfriend and I find ourselves driving around the neighborhood. I can't see what is so important about this message in this guys window that we need to drive around looking for it.  I look down and realize that some how I left my hotel in nothing but my boxer briefs.  It wouldn't really be a big deal if not for all the marbling in my skin.  Across my torso and my legs there is this chocolate colored swirling patterns that is so bad that it covers a good 50% of my right side.  It is as though I'm made of marble rye or something.  I'm annoyed because the marbling moves around daily and today the effect is pretty striking.  I realize that we need to walk through the hotel lobby nearly naked.  My boyfriend drives the car right into the lobby of the hotel and leaves it and me there.  I assume that he is headed to the elevator.  I get to the nearest elevator I can find.  There are lots of people around but they don't seem to take any notice of me or the way I look.  By the time I get to the elevator the doors are closing.  I curse myself for getting the penthouse (8th floor) room.  As I wait for the elevator to return I notice there are two letters acid etched into the elevator frame.  It says "NM". And all around the elevator it looks are though people have guessed at what those letters might stand for.  Nora's Mom, Neat Mom, Negligent Moos etc..  I am about to think of my own guesses when a few young guys come up to wait for the elevator. They look sort of like drunk college guys on spring break.  They make a comment about how the elevator is not looking like it is coming down.  They tell one of their friends '"If you want to wait here that's fine". This guy apparently is so wasted that he is just standing there staring at me. When I turn around to look at him I realize that I've also been staring at the graffiti for a while in front of a non-functioning elevator.  Damn.  Then I sense this guy standing next to me is lingering here because I am in my underwear and I am suddenly very self-conscious.

     I recall that we left the car is just sitting in the lobby.  I hope that the hotel staff will be able to figure out that it is mine by the license plate but I know that is not how valet service work.  So I go to the concierge desk and I tell them I left my car in the lobby.  The woman behind the desk comes around and asks me if it was a Ford 40. I tell her I have no idea about cars.  We move toward the lobby and we don't see any cars there. It looks like someone must have moved it.  I feel like maybe I look stupid right now asking this woman to help me find my car in the lobby while I stand there with my marble rye body in nothing by boxer briefs.  I grab a tissue off her desk to wipe my nose and realize that all of her tissues are cut into little triangles which are barely usable.