Back in a previous life, when I used to virtually live in hotels – sometimes literally so – it became exceedingly apparent that these were strange little places. There were some omnipresent highlights; like meticulously clean bathrooms and that feeling of dropping onto a perfectly made bed for the first time. More often than not, though, hotels proved to be home to a maddening collection of offenses by both staff and fellow travelers alike. These are the worst of those transgressions.
The Eternal Check-In
When I made a reservation, I gave you my name, address, email, phone number, and all my credit card info. I presume that somewhere in the complex workings of innkeeping, you reserved a room in some fashion for me at that same time.