I’ve just returned from a trip to Cambridge/Boston, Massachusetts. The hotel I stayed at had a few interesting (to say the least) tid-bits I thought I’d share.
1. Every time I pulled a piece of toilet paper off the roll, it flew off and onto the floor.
Flying TP!
2. I didn’t take a photo of this one, (probably should have). The shower had a knob to turn the water on and off and a knob for the temperature. That was kinda neat. The fact that half the water came out of the shower head and half out of the faucet during my shower, filling up the tub rapidly, was not neat.
3. I searched high and low the first morning for the coffee. Every hotel I’ve stayed at has had a coffee maker and no matter how bad the coffee (or lack of good sweetener), I make myself a cup of coffee in the morning. Since I couldn’t find the coffee the first morning, on the second morning, I ventured downstairs asking the gentleman vacuuming the floors if the hotel had any coffee. He smiled and pointed me in the right direction. $3.59 later, with my deliciously big cup of steaming hot coffee with Splenda and cream, I headed back to my room, only to find this:
Why would they hide the coffee??
4. On my way back up to my room at 6 am, I entered the elevator and immediately pushed the “door close” button.
What’s the point?
No one was around, so why not save a minute and close the door quickly. Um, no. There is nothing that magically happens when you press this button. The doors don’t automatically close, instead they take their time as if you never pushed anything! I’ve noticed this before in other hotels and in office buildings, so I ask this: why even bother?
5. Ah, and I saved the best for last. I’m an event planner and when I have conferences happening, I’m up early in the morning. I’m the first one onsite; there to set up and greet all of the attendees. I was in bed last night by 10pm and up promptly at 2:30 am when a party was apparently taking place on the other side of my wall. I listened to people laughing and talking and yelling and banging LOUDLY in the room next to mine. I gave it a good amount of time, (whatever that may be when you’re groggy and tired and irritated).I don’t sleep well in hotels as it is and this was nothing short of a rude awakening. I gave the hotel operator a buzz. She apologized and said she would send security right up. I laid there, listening, urging myself to go back to sleep in spite of the noise. Finally, the roar lowered and I only heard laughter here and there; chatting every so often. By this point, it was after 3 am and I finally got back to sleep.
When I got up with my alarm at 6 am, hunted for coffee, got showered with a pool of water at my feet, dried, dressed and gathered all of my things, I ventured out into the hallway to start my day. I noticed that the door next to me had the “privacy please” hanger on the door. I giggled to myself, knowing full well that someone would be mighty hung over this morning, and promptly turned the sign around to read “service please”.
Andrea's Two Cents 