Had a conversation of some concern in my hotel room.

The maid had come by around 5pm for “turndown service”, where she drops a couple of chocolates on the nightstand and folds the sheets down on the bed. She asked what I was doing this evening. I said I was just hanging out. She said that was good, because this week and weekend has been Country Jam, where a ton of country acts descend upon Grand Junction and the hotel rooms fill with bands and rowdy drunk people.

Apparently Big & Rich had been staying on the same floor as I am, and they left today. Tonight, Brooks & Dunn as well as Montgomery Gentry are supposed to stay on another floor. Funny, because I never heard the commotion of an entourage on this floor.

Unfortunately she had not stopped there. Apparently Mexicans handle the upper floors because they are quick, and the white women (she was) took the lower floors (where I was) because they didn’t know what they were doing. She also said she was serving a 3-year term of community service for kicking an officer in the groin while she was drunk. It was either that or serve 6 years in jail. The state had taken away her three kids from her and her truck-driver husband and given them to her dad.

Then she asked me if she was bothering me. I didn’t want any trouble, so I said no. Seeing the laptop, she asked if I was a computer nerd. I said no, I was an instructor. I tried not to look creeped out. She said she didn’t feel like cleaning the other rooms because the Country Jam fans would wreck them anyhow. She hated going into the break room and listening to all that politics and stuff. I told her she should worry about the stuff she can control.

She asked again if I wanted her to stay, and I said no, it’s dinner time, and I need to go get it. Disappointed, she took the hint, and left.