So those of you that know me, know that I travel quite a bit for my job. I'm in the car a lot, I eat out a lot, I listen to audio books a lot, I read maps a lot, and I stay in hotels a lot.
With all of my traveling I like routines. I drive on roads that I know. I stop at gas stations I've been to before- especially if they have crunchy ice! And I stay at the same hotel. There are lots of reasons this makes sense. I can sign up for their rewards program. They offer warm fresh cookies each afternoon. They give me a free newspaper in the morning, to enjoy with my free hot breakfast. It's a nice place, OK.
Fast forward to this week. I check in to my hotel. I go to my room, where I am pleased because they have just upgraded to plasma TV's in each room, that very afternoon in fact! Always good to see your hotel is making an investment in their future right? Somehow gives me a peace of mind, you know, that they care enough to go that extra distance In fact, last spring my hotel upgraded their pool area. The fall before that they redecorated all of their rooms. Nice establishment... huh? Mighty good thing I can now watch my programs on a nice flat plasma screen. HEAVEN FORBID they spend a little extra time CLEANING each room so that when unsuspecting travelers plop down on the bed to check their email for a few hours, they don't discover creepy, crawly, BUGS crawling over their ever expanding baby-incubator of a belly!
I kid you not, I cannot make stuff like this up. Once I took a closer look, I noticed that beyond the fluffy, white duvet covet there were tiny, skittering BED BUGS everywhere! I did what any sane person would do. I screamed like a 12-year old girl, dropped a few four-letter words, grabbed my stuff and hightailed it for the lobby where I promptly muttered to the manager, "I need to talk to someone about my room." After explaining that my room was infested with tiny insects he says to me defensively, "Well, what kind of room is it?"
WTF! What kind of room? I don't know! The NOT clean kind. The NOT bug-free kind. The NOT ever going to see my face in it again kind!
I am severely traumatized people. I did manage to survive my ordeal and stayed in a dive motel down the road. The TV was so old there was no remote. The contraption fastened to the wall meant to cool the room rattled all night and kept me awake. (HA! Like I was going to actually sleep with images of tiny, crawly things feasting on my skin.)