I travel a lot.
Picture this. The hotel front desk recreates my room key so I can get back into my room. Because I forgot what room number I was in, I have them remind me. When I get to the room I find my key does not work. I hate it when this happens. It happens often enough that I know the fastest solution is to have a conversation with a maid to bypass the system. So that is what I did.
After some convincing dialog with a maid – "poof" – I am in the room (no name, no ID, no nothing). Not the first time I have done this, and for the record a rather easy affair.
I step over some luggage, see some pink running shoes, notice a container of watermelon chunks and other clutter. I remove a purse and towel from the chair at the desk so I can sit there and connect my laptop to the Internet and get some work done. Let’s just say I was hyper-focused.
I work about 45 minutes and from time-to-time consider getting naked and climbing into bed for a short nap until my girlfriend returns.
My cell phone rings and it is my girlfriend. I tell her I am in the room. She proclaims that is not possible because she is in the room.
Like a nightmare – as I scan the room, nothing is familiar. That is not our luggage. We don’t own shoes like that. The purse and towel I moved from the chair, I’ve never seen them before either!
Well, let’s just say I tensed up!
Gone in sixty seconds.