We checked in to the hotel on Friday evening. There was much confusion about our room, and despite my confirmation materials, they didn't have the room I requested. In the end, after some haggling and hand-wringing, they gave us a room close to what we were after.
Saturday morning, I went to take a shower. There was no way to physically turn on the shower. I could run the water and fill the tub, but the pull-up actuator which diverts the water from the tub spigot to the shower head -- was missing. So I called down to the front desk:
"Yes, hello... I'm in room 318, and I can't take a shower [insert above explanation of why here]."It was eventually rectified, but the hilarity of it all shan't be forgotten.
"Sir, I don't think any of the rooms have that little thing you're talking about."
"So what do I do?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but I guess you're going to have to take a bath..."
"You can't be serious."
"Yes, sir...."

2 comments:
That's just nuts. I'm amused.
I can think of few things as disgusting as settling down into a tub of water in a hotel bathtub.
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