Wednesday, August 8, 2012
You know, those things that are supposed to catch the door from being opened. My normal hotel was booked, so I was staying at a Best Western I have not used before. I was laying on the bed completely immersed in a book. Still dressed, thank heavens. There was a sound at the door, then the door opened and the latch caught it from coming open into the room. I shrieked, and the door hastily closed. In a bit I peeked out the curtain to see a man looking back at me. Poor guys were probably (almost) as freaked out as I was. Stupid clerk gave them room keys to 236, since she recorded that I was in 238. Well, I wasn't in 238, was I? Hrumph.