Shannon Larratt is Zentastic

For the purposes of google this story is about the Holidy Inn Select (DFW) in Dallas, Texas.

So after a thousand miles of driving we were going to crash out in Dallas for the night and then continue on. I'm carring our luggage up to our room, open the door, and, since I'm looking down at what I'm carrying, don't realize that at exactly head level is a blade-like lamp assemble. As I stand up fully, my head of course hits it and it slices into my skull.

There's blood running down my head so Allen and I head down to the lobby to see if they have a first aid kit and to tell them what happened (given the suicidal placement of the lamp I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often).

They had a little gauze but didn't seem to have a first aid kit. They handed over the gauze and then gathered around us — “ohh… can I look at that?”

So I lean over and show them the injury and they sort of recoil a little and say, “no, man, I mean your tattoos, let me see that… didn't that hurt!?!“

“Not as much as hitting my head on your lamp.”

“Hold out your arms! Let me see those!” (this continues for a while)

I'm a pretty laid back guy so I didn't really care, but it was really quite odd, as if they had no training whatsoever… If I was the suing type they were certainly compounding the problem by basically ignoring the injury, doing virtually nothing to help, and then essentially harassing me. It was pretty weird. I probably should have gotten stitches, but I didn't. Well, they've got a pillow covered in blood stains now.