Some hotel stays are fantastic, but others are not.
Recently I was in a hotel room. It was about 8am, I was starting my work day, sending a few emails, planning my route of sales calls for the day, when I hear it...
*squeak squeak squeak*
It almost sounds like the people next to me are having sex...
A female moans. Briefly. The squeaking continues.
Every so often it would pause for a few seconds, before resuming the steady, rhythmic 100-beats-per-minute squeak.
I continue my emails, and start humming in the back of my head....
"Iiiiiii've been working on the raiiiiiiil-roooooooooad.... Aaaaaaaaaall the live long daaaaaaaayyyyy...
Good grief, they've been going at it for a while. No speeding up, no slowing down, no more moaning from the woman.Continuing with my emails, I finally hear the guy. He gets off like a lion roaring. Loud, over-dramatic.
Squeak.......... skeek....... flop.
Man, I wish the walls weren't so damn thin in here...
I chuckle a little, since the man seemed to enjoy it, but the woman was far less vocal. A few minutes (and emails) later, they start to argue. She seems upset. He seems apologetic. I can't make out words, but I'm guessing it wasn't as good for her as it was for him.
I tweeted about it when it happened, and my blogging bud Random Girl summed it up nicely:
