Listen up, If you happen to be checked-in right now in Poirot's New Continental Hotel at Rue DeFacqz, Brussels at Room 223, and if YOU happen to read this, Yes You!:
"ARE YOU FRIGGIN' RETARDED? DO YOU HAVE THE SHAKES SYNDROME OR SOMETHING, LADY, DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO WALK AROUND YOUR ROOM IN STILLETOS NON-STOP FOR AN HOUR AT AROUND 11PM EVERY NIGHT?"
(Maybe You've got Ginormous Tree Trunks for Legs?)
or if you're the one who seems to have a natural abhorrence for Doors in the 1st floor where my room is.
"DUDE (OR DUDETTE), WHY DON'T YOU BREAK THE GLASS CABINET BY THE ELEVATOR AND REACH IN FOR THE EMERGENCY AXE AND JUST HAVE A GO AT ALL YOUR DOORS ALREADY, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, PULLLEAAAAAASEEEEE"
Then about last week, someone's lost guest rang everyone's doorbell at like 4am. Geeeez
(think european. Room 223 is actually on the 3rd floor, and the 1st floor is actually the 2nd, because they've got Floor Zero here and their buildings do not have much sound insulation. Their 5 star hotels are nothing compared to our 4 star hotels back home haha, sometimes they're even less comfy than some of our 3 stars)
Don't worry. It doesn't really bother me THAT much (at least not yet). I just have to blog about these crazy people in my serviced apartment. haha. I've got a chambermaid who changes my sheets and towels twice a week, someone cleans the room every coupla days, not bad. . . this place is not bad though, just my luck i've got neighbors from hell.
and if all else fails, there's always:
BOOMBUSTER NOISE MASKING CD
UPDATE UPDATE, AS OF 11:06, SAID LADY WITH THE GINORMOUS TREE TRUNK LEGS IS NOW SINGING HER HEART'S OUT IN THE SHOWER. BOING!!!!!!
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