I had to travel for work last week and had reservations at my standard hotel. I checked in around 4:00 on Monday afternoon and was given directions to room 357 that did not include stairs because even though the hotel is under new ownership, the ground floor is still the third floor and I am still confused.
I settled into my room, and Monday and Tuesday nights were problem free. However, when I returned to the hotel after my meeting on Wednesday, I noticed that I had no towels or washcloths to speak of, which was unfortunate because I wash my hands obsessively when I'm in a hotel and I had to dry them with the hairdryer.
After my hands were dry, I walked to the phone to call the front desk to rectify the towel situation, the air conditioner made a very loud pop and shut off.
Well, that's convenient.
In a hotel room.
So, I called the front desk and let them know about the towel shortage and air conditioner explosion and was told someone would be right up. And 45 minutes and 100 degrees later I asked Matt how long he thought was reasonable to wait for a repairman to come.
He said five minutes.
I AM A PUSHOVER.
At that very moment a knock came at the door, and in came Barry the maintenance man with a giant cup of coffee and a can of spackle. I don't know much about AC repair, but I was immediately skeptical of his tool repertoire.
After Barry gave the AC unit the once over, he said he was going to go downstairs to check the breaker. Two minutes later, the air conditioner came sputtering back to life in a cloud of smoke and a blaze of sparks, accompanied by the smell of something burning.
It was like my own personal fireworks show.
Barry came back up and said, "Okay! It's all fixed!"
"There were lots of sparks," I said, "and do you smell that terrible smell?"
"Oh yeah," Barry said, "the smell is totally normal. Since the unit has been shut off for a while, it's just the dust and chemicals moving around again."
Barry told me the room would be back in tip top shape in half an hour, so I decided to go to the hotel gym while I waited for my sauna to cool down and the smell to go away. Please note for the record that I travel for work about once a month and never have I ever used a hotel gym. This was my first foray into the hotel gym arena.
And my last.
I found my way to the gym and hopped on a treadmill. I set the speed at my standard 3.9 because, as I always say, why run when you can just walk?
And walk I did, until I was a mile in and humming along to Blake Shelton and the treadmill suddenly shut off. I almost catapulted over the front because INERTIA. And I was an object in motion.
I hopped right off that thing and sped back to my room only to discover that I still had no towels and the room had "cooled" to a brisk three hundred and twelve degrees.
After a few calls back and forth to the front desk, I packed my bags and waited for Barry to return with keys to a new room a few doors down. I unpacked my bags in my new room and and put my slippers on and then went over to the AC to adjust the temperature, and this happened.
Where's the spackle when you need it?