I am the king of travel awkwardness, case in point tonight: Im staying at a hotel in Myrtle Beach. After I had checked into my room, the front desk called and said, Would you like to be upgraded to an ocean front room instead of one that just looks out over the resort? I say, Awesome! They give me a suite with two different doors to enter. One door opens directly to the bedroom and one opens up to a living room/board room kind of thing where I assume rich people typically enjoy fine cheeses and pet white cats menacingly while plotting to topple Banana Republics, the small nations in Central America, not the stores. I enter through the door that leads to the living room area, and on either side is a connecting door to two different bedrooms, only one of which is mine. You know the kind of connecting door Im talking about right? Its that door that always makes you think, Why is that here? I am going to get murdered by the person in that other room who is probably here for some sort of ax murderer convention that the hotel is holding. One of the connecting doors is locked. One is open. I go through the open one and see the ocean view. I then proceed to Instagram and Facebook the amazing view I now have. I spend the next 90 minutes working through email because business travel by yourself on a Friday night is about the hustle. As I finish, I hear someone trying to get into the bedroom but I have thrown the latch. They cannot get in and are frustrated about that. I think, They have the wrong room, they will go away. They do not. They are persistent. Finally I go out, through the living room suite and they say, You are in the wrong room. I say, I sure am. At this point I realize that the only way I got into that bedroom room was through the connecting door, which should have been locked. I start telling jokes and crossing my fingers that they are not at the event I am speaking at in the morning. I want to blurt out things like, I havent jumped on your bed or used your bathroom. In my nervousness I start asking them questions about their life, So where are you guys from? Really? How long of a drive is that? I try to act like were at a dinner party and not standing in the hallway of a hotel I have shot blocked them in. We proceed to stand there soaking in the awkwardness. I call the front desk and tell them I think am in the wrong room, which is a weird sentence to say out loud to a hotel front desk employee. They agree. We have reached general hotel consensus that I am dumb. The night ends with that couple being sent to a different part of the hotel, hopefully an even nicer room with a helipad for all their trouble. So the lesson kids is that I am awkward and you should always lock the connecting door in a hotel.
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 01:35:45 +0000
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