Having just stayed in a hotel for a week on business, I just wanted to put down some random thoughts about it:
Hotels have to be the most inefficient places on the planet. People staying there take showers that are too long, leave TV’s on where they would not at home and run the air conditioning constantly.
Do parents give up custody of their children when they check into a hotel? As mentioned, I was there on business and I cannot tell you how unprofessional it was to have teens and younger children running and screaming in the hallway outside our conference room. When asked to leave they become belligerent brats. “Where are your parents?” I asked. “I don’t know” is the answer I got. “Go find them” I said. “If they want us, they can come find us” was the crappy response I got. I picked up the phone and loudly asked for security. They left. Maybe the question should be “when did parents lose control?”
It seems to me that the later it got in the week, the runnier the eggs were for breakfast. I did appreciate the fresh fruit – I know my colon appreciated it. I also had chocolate milk for the first time in years.
How do you slam a hotel door? I tried on my door and it just didn’t work. There was some mechanism that slowed the door down before it closed too hard. Apparently that piece was missing from some of the doors. It seems they only got slammed between 5:30 and 6:00 am.
For a good part of the week I wondered why the hotel kept common areas fairly cool but the hallways were always warm. For instance, the game room was quite chilly but if you stepped out into the hallway you feel an appreciable different in temperature. This mystery (for me) was solved when I left the pool area one night after taking a refreshing swim and dip in the hot tub. I left the aquatic center and walked back to my room to find it nice and toasty in the hallways. Maybe someone else has a different theory.
So one night I’m going to eat in the restaurant. I’m not sure why but I pretty much had the place to myself. The waitress comes over and she is HOT, I’m talkin’ supermodel, bikini, lingerie, killer body hot. She opens her mouth to speak and she’s got this thick Russian accent (which doesn’t hurt the situation). I notice her nametag, which says she’s from Hampton, which is two towns over. Before she darts away I ask her where she’s from. “Homp-town” she says. “No, no” I say, “Where are you from ORIGINALLY?” She says with the same dialect and in the same manner “Homp-town”. She taps her pen to her nametag to point this out and then walks away.
The restaurant has a front-and-center view of the outdoor pool. As I sit there eating my dinner I notice that everyone around the pool has nowhere near the body type of the person you want to see at a pool. I mention this to the manager as she has wandered over and she tells me “the eye-candy convention was last week”. I laughed because she was kidding, of course.
I bought some new shoes before going out of town. That was a mistake. There’s a lot of walking that I knew I was going to have to do and thought I could “break them in” while I was there. Instead, they broke me. My ankle is still tender from where the tongue of the shoe was digging in to my skin. There were times I was walking with a limp. I ended up curling back the tongue and not tying the shoe as tight as I wanted. It still hurts as I write this, but it’s more of a dull pain and a lot more tolerable than earlier in the week.
You have to be careful where you divert your eyes when sitting in the hot tub.
When I got in there was a grandmotherly-type woman there with some girls ranging from about six to sixteen. I got in and everything was cool. Grandma got out and the girls went swimming in the pool – so I had the tub to myself for a few minutes. Then a younger couple walked in and joined me in the tub. The young lady was quite fetching in her bikini. At first they sat in different corners and didn’t say much. I looked over at HER a couple times and she caught me looking. She then did that move where she looked at HIM with big eyes and clenched teeth as if to say “get over here”. He got the message and scooted closer to her. I got out and started drying off and a few minutes later they both got out and went into the pool. As I sat there drying off I watched HER – and saw HIM giving me dirty looks. I felt like a creepy jerk and left the pool area.
It feels weird being home now. You get all immersed in what you’re doing and that’s your life. I took a nap earlier today and I expected to wake up in a dark hotel room. You miss the little things, like not having to clean the bathroom or make your bed every day. You miss the doors that open automatically as you walk to the reception area. You miss the smell of food cooking at 11:30, knowing that you’ll be eating lunch in half an hour. What you don’t miss is the kids running up and down the hallways at midnight while you’re trying to get some sleep.
I’m sitting in bed one night watching TV when I hear this rhythmic noise coming from the wall behind me. It sounds like a couple having sex. It seems that each time I mute the TV to hear, the noise stops. I changed channels but the same noise continued (I wanted to make sure what I was hearing wasn’t on the TV – it wasn’t). This continued on for a few minutes, where I could hear the sound until I hit the mute. So I sat there in silence for a while with my ear to the wall. I could hear it much more clearly now but it sounded more like people moving luggage or carrying things around a room. I was embarrassed to find out the next day that my room was right next to a door that lead outside and the noise I was hearing was a couple groups of people moving their luggage inside the hotel to their rooms.
I believe it was that same night I heard a crying child across the hall.
“Crying” is putting it mildly. It sounded more like a child that was being murdered. I expected to hear sounds of a parent trying to soothe the child but I heard none. Even if I heard the parent yelling at the child – that would be something. This child’s persistent wailing went frequently into the range of a whistle. And it’s not like it was off in the distance, it was in a room across the hall and a few doors down from me. After 15 to 20 minutes of this I called the front desk. I was genuinely concerned about the welfare of the people who were enduring this as well as the child who was CLEARLY having some issue. I turned up the volume on the TV to drown out the noise and soon the screaming and crying ceased.
There were many more stories like these during the week but I think you get the idea.
Hotels have to be the most inefficient places on the planet. People staying there take showers that are too long, leave TV’s on where they would not at home and run the air conditioning constantly.
Do parents give up custody of their children when they check into a hotel? As mentioned, I was there on business and I cannot tell you how unprofessional it was to have teens and younger children running and screaming in the hallway outside our conference room. When asked to leave they become belligerent brats. “Where are your parents?” I asked. “I don’t know” is the answer I got. “Go find them” I said. “If they want us, they can come find us” was the crappy response I got. I picked up the phone and loudly asked for security. They left. Maybe the question should be “when did parents lose control?”
It seems to me that the later it got in the week, the runnier the eggs were for breakfast. I did appreciate the fresh fruit – I know my colon appreciated it. I also had chocolate milk for the first time in years.
How do you slam a hotel door? I tried on my door and it just didn’t work. There was some mechanism that slowed the door down before it closed too hard. Apparently that piece was missing from some of the doors. It seems they only got slammed between 5:30 and 6:00 am.
For a good part of the week I wondered why the hotel kept common areas fairly cool but the hallways were always warm. For instance, the game room was quite chilly but if you stepped out into the hallway you feel an appreciable different in temperature. This mystery (for me) was solved when I left the pool area one night after taking a refreshing swim and dip in the hot tub. I left the aquatic center and walked back to my room to find it nice and toasty in the hallways. Maybe someone else has a different theory.
So one night I’m going to eat in the restaurant. I’m not sure why but I pretty much had the place to myself. The waitress comes over and she is HOT, I’m talkin’ supermodel, bikini, lingerie, killer body hot. She opens her mouth to speak and she’s got this thick Russian accent (which doesn’t hurt the situation). I notice her nametag, which says she’s from Hampton, which is two towns over. Before she darts away I ask her where she’s from. “Homp-town” she says. “No, no” I say, “Where are you from ORIGINALLY?” She says with the same dialect and in the same manner “Homp-town”. She taps her pen to her nametag to point this out and then walks away.The restaurant has a front-and-center view of the outdoor pool. As I sit there eating my dinner I notice that everyone around the pool has nowhere near the body type of the person you want to see at a pool. I mention this to the manager as she has wandered over and she tells me “the eye-candy convention was last week”. I laughed because she was kidding, of course.
I bought some new shoes before going out of town. That was a mistake. There’s a lot of walking that I knew I was going to have to do and thought I could “break them in” while I was there. Instead, they broke me. My ankle is still tender from where the tongue of the shoe was digging in to my skin. There were times I was walking with a limp. I ended up curling back the tongue and not tying the shoe as tight as I wanted. It still hurts as I write this, but it’s more of a dull pain and a lot more tolerable than earlier in the week.
You have to be careful where you divert your eyes when sitting in the hot tub.
When I got in there was a grandmotherly-type woman there with some girls ranging from about six to sixteen. I got in and everything was cool. Grandma got out and the girls went swimming in the pool – so I had the tub to myself for a few minutes. Then a younger couple walked in and joined me in the tub. The young lady was quite fetching in her bikini. At first they sat in different corners and didn’t say much. I looked over at HER a couple times and she caught me looking. She then did that move where she looked at HIM with big eyes and clenched teeth as if to say “get over here”. He got the message and scooted closer to her. I got out and started drying off and a few minutes later they both got out and went into the pool. As I sat there drying off I watched HER – and saw HIM giving me dirty looks. I felt like a creepy jerk and left the pool area.It feels weird being home now. You get all immersed in what you’re doing and that’s your life. I took a nap earlier today and I expected to wake up in a dark hotel room. You miss the little things, like not having to clean the bathroom or make your bed every day. You miss the doors that open automatically as you walk to the reception area. You miss the smell of food cooking at 11:30, knowing that you’ll be eating lunch in half an hour. What you don’t miss is the kids running up and down the hallways at midnight while you’re trying to get some sleep.
I’m sitting in bed one night watching TV when I hear this rhythmic noise coming from the wall behind me. It sounds like a couple having sex. It seems that each time I mute the TV to hear, the noise stops. I changed channels but the same noise continued (I wanted to make sure what I was hearing wasn’t on the TV – it wasn’t). This continued on for a few minutes, where I could hear the sound until I hit the mute. So I sat there in silence for a while with my ear to the wall. I could hear it much more clearly now but it sounded more like people moving luggage or carrying things around a room. I was embarrassed to find out the next day that my room was right next to a door that lead outside and the noise I was hearing was a couple groups of people moving their luggage inside the hotel to their rooms.
I believe it was that same night I heard a crying child across the hall.
“Crying” is putting it mildly. It sounded more like a child that was being murdered. I expected to hear sounds of a parent trying to soothe the child but I heard none. Even if I heard the parent yelling at the child – that would be something. This child’s persistent wailing went frequently into the range of a whistle. And it’s not like it was off in the distance, it was in a room across the hall and a few doors down from me. After 15 to 20 minutes of this I called the front desk. I was genuinely concerned about the welfare of the people who were enduring this as well as the child who was CLEARLY having some issue. I turned up the volume on the TV to drown out the noise and soon the screaming and crying ceased.There were many more stories like these during the week but I think you get the idea.
p.s. - 'No' I am not against children... just unruly ones.