Ooopppssss…. Guess I
can check this one off the bucket list!
Over the weekend, I went to Toronto to see Bon Jovi (why
else?!). I was meeting other Bon Jovi
friends there, including my main Bon Jovi buddy and roomie, Gennie. They arrived a couple of hours before me
because I had to wait to leave until after the JDRF One Walk. Bags were packed. I bolted straight from the 5K Walk to the
airport and hopped on a plane to Toronto.
It was warm outside in TX but not too bad. More than anything, the wind was doing quite
a number on my hair! I was sitting in
the middle seat of the plane, which I usually dread, because one doesn’t know
who will flank them. I was most scared
of Miss Bad Perfume or Mr. Huge Guy (or Mr/Ms Talk Nonstop or Mr/Ms
Stinky. Don’t hate. We’ve all been there!) because with one I can’t
breathe and the other I have to sit with my shoulders scrunched the entire
flight, thus I can’t breathe.
Fortunately, neither sat by me.
At some point in the flight I realized I was the one not smelling so
hot!!!! So, I was THAT person!! I was Mrs Stinky! Granted, I kept my arms
down and it wasn’t overwhelming, but I guess I got hotter and sweatier than I
thought on that walk. All I could think
about was getting off that plane and getting a shower. I could NOT meet my friends tattered and
smelly!
When I landed in Toronto, long story short, I texted
Gennie. She said they were meeting for
dinner after a while, told me our room number (10295), and said the front desk
had my name to give me a key. They had
just gotten to dinner when I arrived, so I stopped by the front desk to get a
key, drop my stuff off, and God forbid, SHOWER before I went down to meet them!
I hustled my bag and my key up to 10295. Key didn’t work. Tried three times. At that point, I bothered to look inside the
key envelope and verify the room number.
Oops. 10265. Hmmph. Must’ve misremembered Gennie’s text.
I scurried down the hall to 10265 and voila, it opened! I rushed in the room, plopped my suitcase on
the bed, and hurried to shower and join my friends. Now, follow my thought process.
First thing I see are clothes in the closet. Those
could be Gennie’s. I don’t memorize her
wardrobe. Who cares? Move on!
I run to charge my phone while I’m showering. I see her white charger, and think “I’ll use
hers”. Iphone charger? Since when did
Gennie get an Iphone. I thought she had
a Samsung like me? Oh well, dug my
charger out and charged my phone.
Plugged in my flat iron.
Noticed a small suitcase and some flip flops on the floor. Those
don’t look familiar; maybe someone bought them for her.
I strip, rocket speed.
Butt naked. Grab out what I plan to wear. I hustle to the bathroom. Pads on the counter. Clinique makeup bag. Gennie
must be on her period. Wait?! When did she start using Clinique?
I grabbed a washrag and the hotel shower gel. Hurriedly showered. Jump out.
Put on more deodorant and lotion.
Brush my teeth. There is NO Mary Kay in there! Where is her
Mary Kay? (I have traveled with her enough to know what her toiletry bag
looks like!)
Hung my washrag nicely in the shower and
my towel on the back of the door, next to Gennie’s swim top. They
went swimming already?
Got dressed. Ran a
brush through the windblown mess that was my hair. Quickly ran the flat iron over it. Kept looking around. Something
isn’t adding up. At this point, in
for a dime, in for a dollar.
I threw my stuff back in my suitcase and set everything
nicely off to the side. I grabbed my
phone and plugged in my portable charger to refuel. I bolted out of the room and took off to meet
my friends downstairs.
Now, in the room, stuff wasn’t adding up, but I was too
hurried and excited to really stop and think.
As I boarded the elevator and walked to Benihana, I began to
ponder. Surely that was Gennie’s room! I
looked at my texts from her, wondering if perhaps if one of us had gone
dyslexic.
Did she type it wrong? Did I read
it wrong? Verified the text.
10295. Well, I just showered in 10265.
I arrived to meet my girls.
Squeezed in for dinner. First
thing I asked, “Gennie, you did tell me 10295, right?! THAT’s our room?” She confirms.
Our room is 10295. “Well, guess
what?! I just showered in 10265. That’s the key they gave me. I just showered in a stranger’s room!” Oh my, we laughed so hard, imagining all the
possible scenarios!! Stranger comes in when I am butt naked. In the shower. Leaving her room.
I told them how things weren’t adding up and suddenly I felt
the compelling need to go rescue my belongings!
After dinner, we headed straight up and gathered all my belongings out
of 10265 and put them in their proper place in 10295. The only thing I left behind were the dirty
towel and washcloth and empty shower gel bottle. If I had been thinking, I’d have grabbed
those, too, but I just grabbed my luggage, carry on, toiletries and charger and
ran to 10295!
Obviously, I’m honest, and I didn’t touch or bother any of
the stranger’s property. But I can only
imagine what she thought when she came in and saw a dirty washcloth, used
towel, and empty shower gel. It’s like
the case of Goldilocks. I would have
paid to be a fly on the wall. Hilarious
to me, probably not so funny to her.
Regardless, desperate times call for desperate
measures. I desperately needed a shower,
and clearly I wasn’t above showering, inadvertently, in a stranger’s hotel
room. We spent the rest of the evening
having a grand time visiting and getting ready for two nights of Bon Jovi! It was a very funny start to a great birthday
weekend!
Shower in a stranger’s
hotel room. Check that one off the
bucket list!
Rhonda
