Look. I am not a road warrior the way, say, Og or HB are.
But there is a certain level of decency that I find lacking among my fellow humans (?) here at the less-expensive suite hotel of a major American hotel chain here in Buttfuck, Maryland.
For one thing, ever since I checked in on Thursday night, the person in the room above me has either let a child or a small dog run wild through the suite until almost 10:00 at night. I am not one to complain; I simply put my headphones on and ignore it. I understand that sometimes one must take one's children or dogs on the road. But it is annoying, particularly if I -- and there it goes! Off to the races! -- want to watch Fox News tell me about the worthless fuckers 10 miles west of here who are about to destroy the country as we know it.
For another thing...I just got in and walked down to do my laundry. Only to find that a gentleman (and I use the term loosely) had commandeered all three washers and was unwilling to let one of them slip out of his hands. I could come back in 30 minutes.
He could kiss my ass. But again, I am not one to make trouble and he had indeed finished starting all three of them and it would have been difficult to stop one, take out the wet laundry, etc.
However, it got me to thinking. What kind of fucking asshole walks into a hotel laundry, sees that there are exactly three washers available, AND FUCKING TAKES ALL THREE OF THEM? I was reminded of my south-of-the-border neighbors back in 1995 who monopolized the laundry in our apartment foyer (2 washers, 2 driers, 8 apartments) to the point that about the only time I could get in was midnight on Friday. Of course there were 8 of them living in that one-bedroom apartment so I'm not surprised that there was that much laundry...unless perhaps I am surprised that there was that much laundry, as I recall that motley crew.
There should be some basic etiquette for road warriors that would preclude an asshole of this gentleman's caliber (.45 to the fucking head is what he deserves, but we're in Maryland and I'm not heeled) from using all three washers at once. I could see using two and leaving one on the off chance that he's not the only motherfucker doing laundry.
So, how was your day?
UPDATE: I just went down there at 5 after 8, and he was down there hanging up his clothes. As I was filling the washer he said, rather defensively, "I had it empty for you before 7:30."
Feeling a little guilty, asshole? It's good for the soul, or so they say.
I could tell you stories about assholes in hotels, starting with the dumb bitch who thought she could hang her clothers from the spinkler head. There was also the couple who turned their kids into the hall to play "because it is just too crowded for all six of us in this little room".
Yeah, exactly.
FWIW turns out it was a dog. The last night I was there I heard its nails scratching on the kitchenette floor as it ran through the suite.