My wife entered the elevator thursday morning at the convention. An overwieght white man was allready in the elevator. She presses her room number, and on her way up to our room, the man began asking her questions. He asked her if she was here for the convention, and what she did. She told him that she was, and that she was a photographer.
She then noticed he did not press a floor number, and then became concerned, possibly for her safety. He then began to tell her that she should be ashamed of herself, and that what she was doing was a horrible thing, and that it was degrading to women. As she made it to our floor and the doors opened, she quickly exited the elevator, again noticing that no other floor numbers were pushed. As the doors closed, the man told her that Jesus still loves her.
She came back to the room and told me right away what had happened. We also told a couple other people about the incident as we stood in line to get our playboy party wristbands. We all thought it sounded kind of creepy, and some thought it might have been someone playing a prank.
Saturday afternoon we stood out in front of the hotel waiting for the citywalk shuttle and she said, "There he is, thats the man that confronted me in the elevator." The man had pulled up in his car, came into the hotel and walked into somekind of an office area near the frontdoor. I overheard him talking to a man inside the room, not being able to makeout what was being said, he then exited the room with a stack of white, letter sized papers, walked out to his car and left.
She then noticed he did not press a floor number, and then became concerned, possibly for her safety. He then began to tell her that she should be ashamed of herself, and that what she was doing was a horrible thing, and that it was degrading to women. As she made it to our floor and the doors opened, she quickly exited the elevator, again noticing that no other floor numbers were pushed. As the doors closed, the man told her that Jesus still loves her.
She came back to the room and told me right away what had happened. We also told a couple other people about the incident as we stood in line to get our playboy party wristbands. We all thought it sounded kind of creepy, and some thought it might have been someone playing a prank.
Saturday afternoon we stood out in front of the hotel waiting for the citywalk shuttle and she said, "There he is, thats the man that confronted me in the elevator." The man had pulled up in his car, came into the hotel and walked into somekind of an office area near the frontdoor. I overheard him talking to a man inside the room, not being able to makeout what was being said, he then exited the room with a stack of white, letter sized papers, walked out to his car and left.
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