Yesterday, after a hard and tiring day at work, I came home quite late. So when I held my hotel key against the pad the only thing I wanted was some food and my bed.
The pad lit up, a satisfying buzz filled the air and my door opened with a soft klicking sound. I dropped my bag right next to the one already lying on the floor, switched on the light and turned to the bathroom.
Already taken!
I don’t mind sleeping in a hotel, but I don’t like the thin walls. When I can hear the neighbors having sex it gives the whole flat a feeling of a cheap run down motel — just like the ones you see in the American movies.
But then I turn back and notice there was a big hairy guy lying on my bed — naked.
I’m not homophobe or anything, but I really don’t like sharing my bed — especially not with someone or something that has more body hair than I do!
I stumbled back down and tell my colleagues that were still up — working even later than I did.
Yes that happens. It is worse if you are the one sleeping and someone lies down in your bed. It can be a real trauma — a shock for life.
I guess from now on I’ll have to bring some wedge to make sure I’m the only one sleeping in my room at night.
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