I must assuredly
try the patience of any hotel maid.
Since I was small, when my mother used to wake me up by lifting the blankets and tickling my feet, as much because she knew I hated it and would jump out of bed as anything, I cannot sleep with the blankets tucked in under the mattress. Oh, I’ve tried, but it’s just not me. I have to have the blankets tucked under my actual feet, and better if they’re thick blankets too. So I completely disembowel the bed as I get in and wrap myself up like an eggbeater going through a loose box of tissue paper.
A hotel room, when I’m done with it, is not a pretty sight nor smell.
And I no longer smoke. Partner and I once spent a week together in a hotel in the Dearborn area so we could hang around the museum and village, and to this day, I swear they probably drywalled over the door and pretend the room never existed. Between gyros and pizza farts and partner’s and my two plus pack a day habit, the room was uninhabitable. And at the time, it was not unusual for me to have four or five before my feet touched the ground in the AM. Hellish things that did to a hotel, I have to say.
Now, I just infuse the pillowtop mattress with stealth farts, that lurk in place till the next guest rolls over on that spot so it is squeezed out of the foam and assaults his nose. I sleep better thinking of the suffering of that next bastard.
What do you do about your feet quirk when you’re in a sleeping bag?
I have the same problem with blankets. My solution to the sleeping bag problem was that I stopped carrying a sleeping bag in favor of carrying a bedroll — a thermal blanket and a sheet — and using a cot or a bunk whenever one was available.
Actually i always prefer bags. Its the “untuckable” blanket.
I agree on the tuck. Pulls the feet down an drives me up a wall. Since my wife is about a foot shorter it does not bother her.
Oh well. Such is life.
The correct term is “Housekeeper”.
And I too hate sheets tucked in, or rather my feet hate it.
I stand corrected. These ladies are the best, I wouldn’t harm them for all the tea.
I simply leave an apology for my indiscretions in hotel, by leaving a fiver on the pillow each day.
It amazes me the services I am afforded by this small gesture. Extra coffee and tea for the little coffemaker in the head, an extra pillow or two, fresh sheets every night, that sort of thing.
I have also had some very excellent Spanish lessons when housekeeping arrived as I was reading in my room. Some of those young women are the best, G-d love ’em.
most of my hotel experiences have been in Reno or Las Vegas as I enjoy the Casinos and restaurants.
Da Missus’ extended family lives in Western Canukistan where hotel staff tends to be from the Subcontinent. We’ll be there several times in the next year and I intend to attemt to pick up some Hindi just because it seems to me to be fun. offering a greeting or a few words of thanks in the staff’s home language is as effective in promoting rapport as a five dollar bill on the pillow. Manage both and as the man says, “My sh*t don’t hardly stank.”
Gerry N.