• I was working at the front desk in a nice hotel in Boston when I see Method Man and 5 of his "boys" walk in. Method Man is holding a roach and throws it out in the garbage and walks up to the front desk and the conversation went as follows.
  • MM: "I need some rooms for me and my niggas. And we each want our own bed"
  • Me: "Um ok since there are 6 of you that would be three rooms that each have two beds. Is that what you want?"
  • MM: "Word up"
  • Me: "Ok would you like smoking rooms or non-smoking rooms?"
  • MM: (He has a wide grin and looks left and right at his cronies) "Oh, we gon' be smokin'"
  • Me: (I check the computer and see that all of the smoking rooms are currently taken) "I'm sorry sir but all of the smoking rooms are filled. I have plenty of non-smoking rooms if you'd like to stay in those"
  • MM: "Hmm okay well what happens if we do smoke in those rooms, cause we gon' be smokin"
  • Me: "Well its an $800 fine per room sir"
  • MM: (Reaches into his pocket and takes out a wad of cash, counts out $2400 in crisp hundreds and slaps it on the counter) "Oh, we gon' be smokin"