This sign is hanging in the fifth floor elevator lobby of our hotel.
You need a key card to access the fifth and sixth floors of this hotel.
We are on the fifth floor.
Take a minute.
Read it.
No really, read every word.
Especially the fourth paragraph.
We're on night 3 of our biz trip.
I have to admit, our hotel is nice.
It's comfortable.
It is not quiet.
Monday night maintenance banged on my door at 10pm claiming they needed to fix it.
Um, I didn't call you and my door works fine. Go away, I have school tomorrow.
At 11:30pm, Room Service dropped a tray of glassware in the hall.
A LARGE tray.
And it sounded like they broke every last cup on it.
And then they proceeded to pick it up.
LOUDLY.
For 20 minutes. Please, shut the eff up, did I not mention I have school tomorrow?
Tuesday night some jackass' car alarm started going off at 4am. It was still going off at 6am when I got in the shower.
At this point I'd take the stray Tuba player. (You should've read the sign like I said.)
Do you think the front desk has ear plugs for people who's rooms are in the Quiet Zone?
5 comments:
I completely cracked up over the Tuba player! I've been in a quiet car on a train before and it was pretty quiet...until all the old people got off and a group of young guys shared their bottle of Captain Morgans with the rest of us ;)
It's a good thing they specifically called out the tuba players because I see strays ALL. THE. TIME. Especially wandering around hotels.
Those tuba players can be a real problem.
It's not the tuba players. It's the damn percussionists you have to watch out for, you know. And us French Horn players are handsy. Just a warning.
Ha! Twice, I have been in hotels where someone pulled the fire alarm in the middle of the night for a joke.
Twice.
I'd take the stray tuba player too.
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