New friends
When you’ve been in a hotel for a long term, your comfort level increases; I often don’t lock my door on my way to the front desk for breakfast. I load up my tray and head back in my decaffeinated morning stupor, and push into the room with the open door..
…And find that it’s not mine, I turned left one alcove too soon.
The residents of THAT room were only a bit more surprised than I. I’m surprised I didn’t drop my tray. They were a couple in their late 50’s.
Once the initial shock wore off, they invited me to stay. This turned up the creep a bit higher than I’d like before breakfast. At least they were in bed and I didn’t get to see them in underwear or anything.
I hate it when that happens. Since most modern motel room lock when the door closes, this is not really a problem any more. Now the problem is getting locked out.
Most of the people here will let the door close gently, and stop it just before it latches. The spring closer on the door is not quite strong enough to overcome the force of the latch against the jamb. Hell, I learned it from another guest at the hotel, it’s easier than juggling your cheerios and coffee whilst digging for your room key.
So I guess neither one resembled Linda Ronstadt?
The current Linda Ronstadt, yes.
ew. I would have been perfectly mortified, in either position, initially. But, I would be busting a gut all day afterward. lol
If they offered Deb a gluten free cinnamon roll, I bet she would have stayed. *hehehe*
Btw, setting the door stopper (if there is one) at an angle with the door frame and the door, should allow for one to leave and return. Just nudge the door on the way back in and you are home free. (Plus, if you look for the door ajar via a door stop, chances are it will be your room, vice the one next door belonging to heaven knows what.
I hope you seized the opportunity to display the Ogsack. Never let a crisis go to waste, I heard.
Pitiably, my hands were full.