I always make sure I put a comment in my hotel booking for a quiet room. I wouldn’t be able to stand a room right in front of the elevators and have the ‘ding’ go off every 3 seconds or people congregating right outside. To be frank, if I wanted to have interrupted sleep, I would stay at a hostel. Please put me at the end of the corridor next to the fire escape and let the rooms on either side of me be empty.
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I get into the elevator and push the button to my floor forgetting everything the receptionist has just told me about needing to scan the card inside the lift.
I’ve figured out how to get into the room. Is it a insert and pull out then push down on the door handle or other? The swipe card works. I’ve been in that situation before of having to go back and forth between reception and my room multiple times with bags in tow because the swipe card to the room didn’t work. The receptionists are always so friendly. I wonder if I would have fun doing their job.
I leave my bag on the stand or cupboard for suitcases. I have heard one too many bed bug stories to leave my bags on the bed. Plus outside germs. I get rid of the runner (is this even what it’s called?) and any decorative pillows. Why do they still put these on the bed? If I’m travelling with work clothes, I’ll iron and hang them. I open the curtains and check out the view. I love being up on the higher levels looking over the town. But sometimes it’s a drab and looks onto another building or into a carpark.
I check out the bathroom. I love massive bathrooms and how they always have so many lights. Don’t even get me started on the marble benchtops. I check to see what freebies they have and if there are any unexpected ones. Nowadays, you’d be lucky to get any freebies. I then open all the drawers and wardrobe. I’ve never worn a hotel robe before even if it was in the room. I do love slippers though if they are there. Nowadays, they are never there.
I unplug the bedside table alarm clock-radio. I once stayed at a hotel on a work trip and the alarm clock had gone off at an obscene time waking me up. Never again. When it’s time for bed, there is always the struggle to get a certain light to turn off. It’s like some secret agreement all the hotels have. I lie in bed and wonder where this blue glow is coming from. The TV. I move whatever I can to cover the light. I hope I fall asleep fast.
Lingo in Transit 
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