Minutes after writing the above, my husband found a buckshot lead bb in the drink the hotel bartender gave him. Luckily, he didn't consume it. I was furious and Hubby went to the room bathroom to try to vomit, in case he swollowed more. I told him we needed to report it, but Hubby didn't want to.

While Hubby was in the bathroom, I put on pants (I had just put on pajamas) and walked in the hotel towards the bar. Before that, I reported it to the front desk guy, who said shockingly little. When I got to the bar, the bartender gruffly said it was closing, but I made him hear my issue, anyway. He nastily told me to basically buzz off. I then tipped the bb out of the plastic cup and strongly and angrily bounced it off the bar. As I walked a bit away, a 60 something looking unsavory woman comes after me, threatening ly, calling me stupid, inches from my face. Unscared, I gave her a most evil eye and said nothing. Then her ZZ Top looking male companion comes inches from my face, and issued a greater threat. I gave him an even more viscious look, then turned around and left, reporting to the front desk that I was threatened by two customers and, to only a little lesser degree, the bartender.

We'll, this "stupid" woman (meaning me - sarcasm) is not so very stupid.

I can tell you that all three I mentioned above could have easily been like the mob members at the capital building in DC.

You might call me nuts for what I did, but I do anything when my husband is targeted. I did not expect the creeps would beat me up, so I held firm. They didn't achieve what they wanted. Believe me.

I sent my sister the story, including the hotel details. I called and told my brother, too, but that is a WHOLE other story.