A Difficult Situation...
On my summer vacation, I went on
a road trip with my whole family to California. We left from San Francisco in
the morning to arrive to our last destination at night, which was San
Diego. On our way there, we stopped at an outlet to shop for a while.
There I received a mail saying that our reservation had some problems,
because the bank was not accepting the first charge. After some calls they told
me that I shouldn't worry, because the bank was probably going to accept it later,
so we stay calmed.
When we arrived to the hotel in
San Diego it was already 1 am, we were very tired. We went directly to the
front desk to ask for our key rooms, but the guy that was helping us to make
the check in, told us that it was very weird but that he couldn’t find our
reservation. That was a big surprise, we weren´t expecting that after
all the calls we did in the afternoon to solve the problems. My dad was
angry, my mom tired, my siblings sleeping and my grandparents were tired and confused.
We needed at least two rooms but
the hotel just had one available and it was in a side that was very dark, my
grandfather thought that he and my grandmother could take that room, but she
didn´t want to be separated from my family. So we decided to talk to the
travel agency to see if they could fix the problem, we were asking for another
hotel with two rooms available. They told us that there was one hotel about 15
min from there, so we decided to go there.
We were exhausted, by this point
it was already 2:30 am, we arrived to the hotel and my dad went out of the van
to the little window that was instead of the front desk (for safety). We asked
for two rooms and everything was going fine, but suddenly a car arrived and a
man went out, there was also a couple inside. The man was afraid asking for his
wife and mysteriously holding a backpack, my grandma got scared with him, so
she asked to my little brother to shout to my dad to tell him that he should
get into the van. When Santi told my dad, the man went running to the street,
and just in a second the US police was there and arrested him. We saw all the
officers looking for something under the trashcans and in the garden with
lanterns, I started to cry, I was very scared. There was still the car with a
couple that arrived with him, they seemed not friendly, so I was deciding if I
should tell an officer or not because we were going to stay in the same hotel,
I was so tired that I couldn´t think, my family and I just wanted to get in our
rooms and sleep some time, so we didn´t made anything about it.
Now that I think about it as a
past situation I think that maybe in that moment the right thing to do was to
tell an officer, but if you had been in my place, what would you have done?
