~Zach Silverman, Class of 2028

 Once upon a time, in Big Sky, Montana; there lived a family called the Silvermans. The Silvermans were staying at a hotel called The Wilson. If you know the slightest about hotels, you know, A: they don’t run out of air conditioning. B: They don’t run out of warm water, and C: they never run out of towels. 

Well the Silvermans’ stay at The Wilson tested that theory, first of all. The room was either too warm or too cold at night. Thus that’s beside the point. Though the towels… the towels were a problem, for that night they must’ve… had a shortage! Or ran out! 

Again that’s beside the point, the point is how many people got affected by it that night. Let me make a small correction, maybe only a few… or… maybe a couple, okay fine! Just one person got affected by it! Alas this one little boy got affected by it so much, beyond explanation!

One night Zach Silverman was taking a shower, little did he know… the hotel was on a shortage of towels. Now like any human would, they would get out of the shower: Find a towel, dry off and move on with their day. Thus Zach hit a roadblock after getting out of the shower. There were dirty towels on the floor, there were mini hand towelettes in their compartment along with the mini towels. When Zach exited the shower he was greeted with an unpleasant surprise… The bathroom had no clean towels! 

“There are no towels!” Zach exclaimed.

“Okay Gabe is coming in to give you one,” Mom said, did Zach expect his night to end bitterley… Well no, but this was the start.

“Okay,” Gabe uttered. He walked to the bathroom, and opened the door. Now Zach was standing their air drying. “Can I come in?” he asked.

“Yup,” said Zach. Suddenly an ugly shriek came booming from the bathroom.

“NO!” cried poor Zach, for he was spent from a tireless day of skiing. This was a punishment and left him in ugly tears. Them? well they (mom, dad and Gabe.) erupted into an evil laughter. For what Gabe gave him you ask? A hand towel!

He started crying and shreiking, (yes this is a ten year old boy, but this.. This was horrible!) crying he slammed the door. Shivering he was, but he could only wait until they gave him a real towel. After a minute or two, mom called again.

“Okay this time we’ll give you a real towel.” Was this true? Of course not! For Gabe showed up with the same mini towelette. 

Shrieks, cries of bloody murder. He screamed his catch phrase. “Call the front desk! Call the front desk!”

“That’s all they gave us.” mom repeated calmly after every shriek, with the occasional “you’re going to wake up the neighbors.” This repeated one more time until mom came in with a pool towel. Zach used it but then immediately threw it on the floor. 

“It’s dirty!” he cried. Was it a dirty pool towel, probably not. Thus when going in bed Zach is very particular about being clean. So he went back in the shower and rinsed himself off. 

“You wasted it, it was clean.” Mom said with a tinge of annoyance in her voice.

“No it wasn’t!” Zach shrieked and another set of “call the front offices!” came.

In the end, what did Zach dry himself off with… a mini towelette.
Moral of the story: always ask the front office for extra towels. (the Silvermans did the next day) It’s called The Day I Had an Exorcism  because later my mom said I had an exorcism that night.