[M.D. Holloway]

So I get into my hotel this afternoon from my 2nd of 3 shows. I am not sure what it is but I can hold off taken a dump for days but as soon as I get into my hotel room I have to drop draw and make mud.

Always looking to muti-task, I have another rather strange habit of talking on my cell phone while leaving behind the product of my behind.

So there I am, in my hotel camode, pants at my ankles and talking on my treo to my marketing coordinator about her new puppy and in walks in the hotel maid. I think she was the boss lady becuase she was dressed in pants and a polo shirt and not the regular maid garb.

So...she just stares at me, looking, stunned. Mind you now. I have filled up the entire hotel room with the scent of what the body did not want from my prime rib last night. Trust me, my digestive tract gets the most out off beef and what ois left is not fit for anything useful that is of this world.

I stopped talking and just stared back at her. It seemed to last 15 minutes (more like 3 seconds). I smiled and said with a big grin "Hi!".

She backed out of the doorway very slowly with out saying a word and left.

She wasn't the 'hot latin maid' that is the stuff of road warrior dreams. I finished my conversation without my marketing manager ever knowing what I was doing or what had happened.

Yes, I am a very strange guy...