When I travel, its usually because I’m training a group of aspiring rock stars. The problem with training a group of aspiring rock stars is that you don’t just go back to your hotel and turn off your energy.

To that end, I look at sleep as an airport I need to circle a few times before my landing gear is ready.

There was this one night that I finally got to the point that the landing gear was down and Uncle Paul was ready for this thing people refer to as “sleep”

Then it happened! I see red lights flashing and hear some commotion outside. I look out my window just in time to see two cops rushing into the hotel with their hands on their guns.

Within seconds there is this aggressive knock at my door. I look through whatever the hell you call that thing you look through in your room when you need to look. I’d say “Peep hole” but I feel rather dirty saying that.  So I look through it and notice there is a cop on both sides of the door. For a split second I thought “Cool. Uncle Paul is gonna be on Cops” but then I noticed the hand on the gun thing and carefully said “I’m opening the door now” I said that as a precautionary measure to keep uninvited caps from getting lodged in my asseral region.

Here’s what happened next:

Cops: “Sir. We have a report that there are prostitutes in this room”

Uncle Paul: (trying hard not to laugh) “Nope. I ordered a room with a King sized bed and distinctly told them no hookers” Actually I didn’t say that. You can get pistol whipped for stupid come backs like that.

Cops (sensing I don’t fit the Pimp profile) “Would you mind if we have a quick look around?”

So I tell them to “search away” and then the most craziest thing happened . . .

Now I must warn you before I continue, that I’ve always been the one who got in trouble in school for laughing at inappropriate times. I even caught a back hand from my Dad when I was 14 because I laughed when he fell off a ladder and rolled but I digress.

In their extensive search for my ho’s they look in my night table drawer and I completely bust out laughing.

The cop looks at me and apparently my laughing is making him laugh a bit too and he asks me why I’m laughing.

So I said to him “How the hell could I hide a hooker in a drawer?” With that, me, the two cops and the miniature hooker in the drawer start laughing.

So we ride out a rather long wave of laughter, the cops leave and I’m right back to circling the airport because you don’t sleep after something like that.

Aside from a crazy story to add to my repertoire, I pulled a few lessons:

1)    Sometimes crappy things happen to good people. Do your best to find humor in life’s little episodes. It isn’t worth a heart attack, a four alarm blow out or further complicating a bad situation.

2)    If you are ever in an unpleasant situation and you can create a “let’s get through this together” vibe instead of a “me vs you” vibe, you increase your probability for success.

3)    Should you ever feel inclined to hide a hooker in a drawer, apparently the cops know that trick. 

But seriously, all this “tiny ho’s in night table drawer” talk is just my way of reminding you to:

Try to find the humor today!

It’s there and don’t you dare end your week without it!

Bonus points if you help someone else find the humor after you locate yours!

TGIF!