Welcome to the Holiday Inn, Surprise!
For a quarter of the year I live my life out of a suitcase. I travel alone from hotel to hotel, city to city, interacting with complete strangers on a daily basis. This is my passion and I love it. I always welcome a bump in the road, mainly for the satisfaction I get from telling the story.
In Thailand, a snake refused to leave my $9 dollar hostel room, and that was fine. I figured this was the norm after the owner said it was harmless, so I told it to stay in the corner, while I slept off a hangover.
This time, on the opposite side of the world, in a standard $150 dollars a night Holiday Inn Express in Philadelphia, my room was invaded again. This time by a MORON who checked into my room, got comfortable, ironed, and left my room without noticing THAT IT WAS VISIBLY BEING OCCUPIED BY ANOTHER HUMAN BEING! See for yourself…
(Notice the unmade bed that I just took a nap in!)
Let me note that I had already been staying in this hotel for three days. I stepped out for a few hours to meet up with my cousin and I came home around 9:00 p.m. I opened the door and almost knocked over an ironing board that was set up, not by me. I thought I was in the wrong room, until I noticed all of my stuff, with the addition of someone else’s stuff. At first I was confused, then thought it was a bit funny, then frightened that someone was going to jump out of the shower and stab me.
Long story short, I called the desk and raised hell. I had to move my stuff because this stranger was nowhere to be found. I spoke to the manager the next day and he set me up with a free $400 dollar room in NYC during Christmas. Well worth the immediate shock.
Later on I found that bed warming was an actual service being offered by Holiday Inns in London. I like to think of myself as an unexpected recipient of the absolute worst idea in the history of the hotel industry.