After an eventful Blackhawk helicopter flight, I finally arrive at the hospital. Completely exhausted and on edge, I am given keys to my room. A cheerful Specialist leads the way- across the street from the hospital, through the gate, around the maze of concrete structures and sandbags, up the stairs, and to the door way. Inside I find a bed, complete with mattress, a wardrobe closet that looks like 3rd graders assembled it (the doors are upside down), and a tiki bar. Wait, back up. Is that really a *bar* in my room? Apparently guys lived in this suite previously, and one of them evidently constructed an actual bar out of part of a desk and some wood slats. The top is covered in purple fabric and decorated with red and gold beads. The back has shelving for storage. This completely cracks me up. Party at my place!
1 comment:
I think you have struck gold!
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