It Wasn't Me

My third day in the Czech Republic started off with a boom. Literally. Around 8:45 this morning, I woke up to a loud bang by my door—but not the answer your door quickly kind of bang. It was the someone has made me very angry and I am going to make as much noise as physically possible kind of bang. Perhaps, one of my elusive quadmates? I did not know. As I sat in my room, scared to go outside, I listened as a woman screamed what I can only surmise to be Czech profanity. I was not what I should do. I am not a fighter, and I am not equipped to be a fighter in Czech.

Alas, it was 9:15 and I had no choice but to leave my room to see what had made this woman so angry. Stepping out I saw that she was a cleaning person and very upset with the cesspool of a bathroom I had previously mentioned. Quickly I scurried to the bathroom as she yelled angrily in my direction. Motioning apologetically I tried to tell her, “It is not my fault. The room was this disgusting when I arrived.” It was no use, and I fled the quad like the running of the bulls—white flag and all.

It was my first truly frightening experience of the trip and I hope I never see the cleaning person again. I am not certain how to say, “It was them. They are the pigs” in Chesky but everyone can be sure I will find out.