I don't want to hear...

[eris esoteric]

... another word about the bathrooms in my hotel.

Ever.

The goob and I stayed at a little shit-hole on the side of the road that we frequent whenever we're in the area. First night there, the goob went out to take pictures of trains (and I collect rocks on the beach for no apparent reason, so who am I to judge?) I entered the bathroom, did bathroomy type things, and then attempted to leave the bathroom. The door, however, did not feel like cooperating with this. I turned the knob, and turned the knob, and turned the knob... it spun like a bride's eyeball, completely independent of its counterpart on the other side of the door. So, having determined that THAT wasn't going to work, I surveyed my options. Option number one... well, there WAS a window. I suppose I could have started yelling for help. Option number two, well, there's the IDEA of climbing out the window, but that's an idea in the abstract only, given the dimensions of the window and the dimensions of my own person, it really wasn't much of an option.

Option number three was, of course, just how solid DOES that door look? The answer is, "not at all." Fortunately my hips are well padded; a couple of good solid THUNKS and I was out the door. Unfortunately, there was damage to the door frame. Of course, I work in a hotel, and you know what? Stuff like this happens. I'm just glad it happened to me and not to someone to whom clambering out the window would have been a better option for. So the next morning, I made sure to stop by the front office, and tell the wife half the husband/wife team about what happened. She was quite nice about it, and even gave us the "nice" room that she hadn't wanted to give us the night before because a) I told her I smoke and b) someone else had reserved that room. So, fine and dandy.

'Till we stopped by the place in the afternoon, and met the husband coming out of one of the rooms. He saw us going into the "nice" room, and asked us if we had been in room 12 the night before. I told him yes. He then wanted to know why I had broken the door. I attempted to explain about not being able to leave by any other means. He declined to believe me. I told him I could show him what the door knob was doing, he declined to let me do that. Then he told me that I should have jumped through the window, gone around the hotel to the office, gotten another key, and reentered my room that way. While in my bra and a pair of shorts. I explained that this wasn't really something that would have happened, and I was sorry that I had to damage the door frame, but doing so was really the only viable solution, since he had rented us a room that was in poor repair. The conversation went back and forth this way a couple times, and I finally walked away. Since we'd paid cash, there really wasn't much he could do to get rid of us, and anything he DID do would have been met with appeals to higher up. Like a fire marshall. I really wasn't much bothered by his refusal to admit his liability in this instance, since I've BEEN in the business for a decade and I know what nutcases owners are. (He was, in fact, the spitting image of the owner at one dinky joint I'd worked at. Right down to the eastern European accent. And the inability to actually let go of a penny once he had seized it.)

The funny part was the fact that the goob was much more incensed about this than I was. I mean really incensed. Like, wanting to go back and scream at the owner until he had an apoplexy sort of mad. I think maybe I just have more experience in ignoring people who aren't going to listen to anything you say anyway.

So while I'll grant that the newly remodelled bathrooms in our hotel are strange, and a little inconvenient, between their complete lack of counter space, weird flat sinks, and "stall-less" shower stalls, at least you can EXIT them without trauma. And at least we'll DO something about it if someone calls with a problem.

[lynnzop[$]]

it spun like a bride's eyeball,

You REALLY have to quit saying things like that, Eris.

And the goob is just being caveman protective of his woman. I'm just sayin.

[Redlass]

Your hotel bathrooms *are* weird. But I'll take weird over dangerous any day.

And (I'm sorry, I just can't bring myself to call him Goob. I mean, well, I don't have to explain, do I?) your boyfriend yells? Ever? At anyone?

[eris esoteric]

I have actually seen the goob angry. Very angry. It happens less often than with me, but much more intense. And it was actually kind of cute seeing him get all protective of his delicate flower.

And Lynn, I stand by my statement. I report only the facts.

[thinkerlady[$]]

Ah, bathroom adventures. I love it.

[phoenixx]

it spun like a bride's eyeball

excellent imagery!

[mtbat]

Eris, you remind me of the guest who came down claiming the door wouldn't stay locked. Sometimes the batteries fail, so the key cards wouldn't work so okay-the AGM went up with him to check the door while she was waiting on the maintenance guy to come, so she tries the key card, it works, She tries to open the door and it won't open, so the lock is working, so she asks the guest to show her what he means-he's forign and a helltel.com customer---so he's probably wanting something free or has issues.

HE STARTS THROWING HIMSELF BODILY AGAINST THE DOOR OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL IT OPENS.

the AGM very calmly told him NOT to do that ever again and told him she'd put him in a new room and decided it wasn't worth arguing with him for the cost of damages.