Kansas Isn’t Where I Left It

Hilton HonorsMost people that know me know that I am a creature of habit, almost to the point of being somewhat obsessive about certain things.  One of those things is the hotels I stay at when I’m on the road. This is for two reasons. One being the points and rewards offered by the hotel groups and the other relates to the consistency and “perceived” cleanliness from hotel to hotel.  There is one brand that I try to stay at every week, if possible.  When not, I will choose another brand in the group.  I am in a different hotel at least weekly. Some weeks (like this week) I’m hitting three different hotels in less than five days.

There have been more than a couple of times when I get my room number confused with a different hotel on a different day. More often than not, this tends to happen at my preferred brand simply because all of the hotels are set up and decorated similarly.  When this happens I will simply go to the desk and ask the clerk to remind me of my room number and/or give me a new key. I’m sure the young lad or lass thinks I’m nuts not to be able to remember my room, but who cares.
There are certain security procedures that the clerk should follow to make sure you are getting into the right room. The most important of which is asking for a photo ID.  I never paid much attention to the necessity of this requirement, often thinking what a hassle. That is, until I asked for a key to the wrong room.
Hotel HallwayThis happened at a hotel that I had actually stayed at several times. The previous week I was there but the room number was slightly different than the room I was currently assigned to (i.e.  312 vs 321).  It was mid week and I had already been in my room on this particular evening.  After work, I came in, changed clothes, and went out to dinner.  I came back and went to what I thought was my room.  I put my key-card in the slot – nothing happened.  I tried this several times getting the same result.  I figured I had demagnetized the key with my cell phone since this seems to happen at least once a week. (Why hasn’t someone figured out how to create a card that can’t be demagnetized by a cell phone)?
Anyway, I growled under my breath  because of the pain of going back to the desk to get a new card. I mean this really is a pain in the butt not to mention the lecture I get from the clerk occasionally!!  Well, I get to the desk and wait in line for what seems like an eternity. I tell the clerk my room number and she simply hands me a key. No questions asked!!!  I know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I take the key and leave. I go back up to what I thought was my room and use the key-card to enter the room.
FeetI walk in and immediately realize this was not my room. I was flabbergasted. What I saw were two pairs of feet (attached to unclothed legs) sticking out of the end of the bed. I won’t go into further details about what I saw, but the feet were quite active.
I turned around and ran, slamming the door behind me. If they didn’t hear me when i came in, I know they heard me when I left because the door slammed hard enough to shake the walls.  Considering what they were up to, I’m don’t think they cared.
I went back to the front desk laughing so hard I could hardly walk.  When I told the clerk what happened and to please check my room number, she asked how was I so sure that wasn’t my room.  To which I replied, “well, when I went out to dinner I was pretty sure I didn’t leave two pairs of feet in my bed”.
Needless to say I always give my ID when I need a key regardless AND I always lock my door in case there is another “Joyce” staying in the same hotel.  How unfortunate would that be!!!Hotel Lobby

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