Irony, or what the heck am I doing and I really don't want to go

Sharing some words sent to a friend.  Life is interesting, challenging, and well, I guess we get what we need.
Well, I didn't make it out of Portland, started to, and made it to Salem but the traffic was jammed on the interstate miles before Salem and I finally figured to get off thinking it was an accident and I'd just go roam around for a bit.  Guess the universe was supporting my feelings - apparently there were two huge college football games in Eugene and Corvallis and they expected more than 50,000 cars on the road between Salem and Eugene and that traffic jam went all the way to Eugene, over an hour away.  So I tried to find a place to stay in Salem and they were either booked, really creepy, or the rates were over $100 a nite, so I headed back to Portland. 
And this is where it gets interesting.  The place I stayed last night seemed reasonable to go back to and I wouldn't have to run around in the rain trying to find another room, so many places were booked up when I checked last night, so I returned there.  Well, that little door issue, the one that's now happened twice in hotels, the one issue that had me shaking and crying and unable to sleep out of fear.  The universe is keeping me on my toes.  I talked to the desk attendant when I got here to make sure I didn't have to worry, and well, the computer decided to challenge me.  About an hour ago a nice younger couple checked in, sweet, nice looking, and little innocent looking as well.  Well that's what I saw when I fearfully checked the peephole viewer on my door.  The computer gave them my room.  And when they tried several times forcefully trying to get in the room, past a door that I had bolted and barricaded, I jumped up and ran screaming at the door hollering at the top of my lungs to stop.  I think Jack the Ripper would have run away, even someone like, oh, let's see, who's a good tough guy, oh, yeah, Bruce Willis - he would have run.  I was a lunatic.  I was tired of being scared and I wasn't going to let it happen again, not a third time, how ridiculous is that.
The couple I'm sure told them at the desk what happened and I figured I'd better go down when I couldn't reach her on the phone.  When I got down to the front desk the poor gal looked like she had swallowed a pumpkin the lump in her throat was so big. She had promised me I'd be safe this time, nothing to worry about.  And when I got to the desk, I was simply speechless, just asked if there was anything they could do to offer me any kind of reassurance. I told her I didn't feel safe.   I'm expecting they send a big babysitter to be sitting outside my door later, their night security, lol.  
And this was the third time, the third time being frightened out of one's wits awakened out of a dead sleep to someone trying forcefully to get into my room.  I will say, I'm not so damn scared anymore.  And now I'm laughing at how absurd the whole thing has been.  What a drama, I'm very creative at generating drama it seems, especially when Im scared or challenged.  And scared I surely have been, am, but that's life.  Time to face what scares me. 
Well, had to share the little story.  Think I'll post it on my blog, there's always room for a good story.  Hope you have a nice visit with Bev and enjoy the popcorn and choco chips - yum.




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