Mr Porter and I visited family over the weekend. We had a big party for my aunt’s 80th birthday. Although several people invited us to stay at their house, we opted for a hotel.
The lobby looked modern, and the front desk clerk greeted us cheerfully. We walked past the pool and spa area to our assigned room on the first floor. Only a few steps from the room to the pool.
But as we placed our luggage in the room, loud footsteps echoed in the wall beside us. The staircase was right there. I looked out the window to see front fenders within inches of the building. Nope, this room is not going to work.
We exchanged this room for another room on a higher floor. Okay, this should work. The TV played The Matrix while Mr Porter dozed off. I heard the guy in the next room loudly telling a story, as if there were paper between us. I turned the volume up on Morpeus and Neo to drown him out.
Eventually nature called. Who designed this bathroom, Twiggy?
It was time to go relax in the pool. I changed into my bathing suit, grabbed my beach towel and went down the elevator.
Back in the room, I wrestled between the bathroom door and the toilet to get to the shower to de-clorinate. I slid on the tub floor, but thankfully didn’t fall as I turned the dial
Eventually I fell asleep. In the morning Mr. Porter reported what he had heard last night on the other side of the wall. Then, he heard the guy next store tell his wife what he said. Echo.
We went downstairs for breakfast and noticed that the snow from last week had still not been shoveled from the emergency exits.
I filled my plate with scrambled eggs and grabbed a banana. We sat down at the table and tasted the rubbery eggs, and I turned over my banana to find it was split open all the way down the back. We threw out our breakfast and went to the diner.
So when I get the email asking how our stay was, I will let them know. It won’t make any difference to the rest of the universe, but at least I will get it off my chest.
What’s your worst hotel experience?