The King’s Hotel (previously King’s Arm Hotel)
I had to leave the hotel room to let the maids come in and do their cleaning bit. Amanda (my sister) and I learned this when getting a hotel in Bristol this February – maids here do not touch your things! This could be a majorly good thing, because who really wants a maid to touch their dirty clothes, or rummage through their suitcase, right? I completely see the point. On the other hand, when you can be as messy as Amanda and I can be; part of the joy of staying in a hotel is that you can leave your clothes strewn all over the place, only to come back to find them all neatly folded in a pile on top of your made bed. Not in England! They will leave those pajama bottoms on the floor where you left them next to your dirty socks.
All that said, it has made me learn to get in the habit of always picking up after myself. And, that we are very spoiled in America. That being said, there’s nothing like staying in a hotel that is over 500 years old, and imagining what it must have been like with the horses and carriages outside and women in their petticoats. It was a 16th Century Coaching Inn!! I don’t even know what that means!! But it just sounds cool!! Not to mention the pure marble bathrooms!
Early 20th Century Version of Hotel
Anyway, as I was getting back from my walk, and about to enter my newly cleaned room, a couple walked by, and the woman in her best posh English voice asked, “Can you tell us where room 113 is? You do work here, don’t you?”
My first reaction was to slap her across the face, but then I thought that would be a bit harsh, so I just politely said, “I don’t work here, but you can find a sign right here with the room numbers on it.”
She just mumbled quickly “Oh, sorry,” and quickly twiddled by me. Toodle Pip!!
As I entered my room, I started thinking why that bothered me so much. What does that say about me if I get so easily offended by what someone thinks of me, or that I look so down upon others who do work in hotels? I had to reassess my view on this.
So, I made myself a cup of coffee, and wrote this blog. I think I have come to the conclusion that it was actually her that I was so offended by, and if I had actually worked in the hotel and she came up to me that I still would have thought she was a twit.
I’m glad I reflected on that.
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