I’ve heard it said that if you spent a day watching other people in hotel rooms, you’d never stay in another hotel in your life. I like to think that if you watched me, you’d happily take my place.
I’m possibly a bit odd, (probably) maybe normal, (unlikely) perhaps well dragged up by my parents (very unlikely) but one thing I know is that I’ve always hated people doing things they shouldn’t have to for me. Even if they’re paid to.
When I leave a hotel room, I always like to leave it in as close to the condition as when I arrived as possible, but this morning, for the first time EVER, (and I stay in hotels a lot) I didn’t make the bed!!
It was only when I was in my car heading to the office that the hideous realisation hit me. I’d come downstairs in a bit of a hurry, due to a rather tedious email, and then forgot to go back upstairs and carry out my morning ritual of bed making. I feel ashamed.
I remember once being in a very posh hotel in Budapest and dropping a coffee on the carpet. Instead of calling room service and telling them what a silly boy I’d been, I popped to the shop, bought the necessary cleaning products and cleaned said floor covering until it gleamed.
Another time, in a hotel in Stockholm, just recently, I dropped a glass of red wine on the cream rug next to the bed. It went straight into the shower and was washed, washed and rewashed until it was spotless.
I know hotels have staff to clean up, I know that they’re paid (poorly in general) to do it, but I can’t bear thinking about someone having to do something that I can do myself.
I’m going back to my hotel this lunchtime, desperately hoping my bed hasn’t been made, but feeling very shameful as I know it will have been.