Checking into my hotel last night the lady gives me my keycard and room number. I take the elevator up and open the door and walk in - right into a room clearly occupied by some woman singing in the shower. I haven't turned tail and ran quicker than that since egging houses in middle school.
After telling the front desk what happened they apologized and reassigned my room.
So this morning I'm getting ready to walk out the door and in walks this guy with his bags in his hands. He just stares at me and I say "think they gave you the wrong room man, happened to me last night."
Then, this weirdo says to me "no, they gave me this room".
Dumbfounded, I tell him well guy, I spent the night in here, the same issue happened with me last night and I'm not packing my shit up now, so it sounds like you've got a conversation with the front desk. Here, let me show you to the elevators as I walked us both out the door.
He was completely quiet as we rode down and looked stunned that I kept walking out the door and not to the front desk with him. I think he really wanted that room. I called the hotel from the car and confirmed they got slingblade sorted out.
That was odd, But now I've got two comped breakfasts so there's that. Which is nice.
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