There is a Booger on the Couch, is that okay?

 

Just one germ:

 

When I travel I do my best to stay in hotels that consistently meet certain requirements. Some would call me a hotel snob but name brand hotels are more predictable, easier and safer.  I stay away from hotels that have doors that open to the outside. I stay away from most local chain hotels with few exceptions.  I don’t stay in hotels that are adjacent to truck stops.  Having coffee in the room or available in the building is a definite plus but I have two absolutes: safety and cleanliness.  These two qualifiers not only keep me from some brands but can direct me away from some towns altogether.  

 

While I don’t typically check the rap sheets for hotels before I make a reservation, I have been known to drive to the front door and cancel my reservation while sitting in their parking lot. There is no check off list for me that makes a hotel safe; well-lit parking area: check; currently no one being shot onsite: check; no first responders blocking the door: check.  It’s an emotional gut feeling that makes me check out before I check in.  

 

It’s much easier to assess hotel hygiene.  I don’t travel with a UV light and I do not have special vision to know when a hotel room is clean, but I am confident in knowing dirty when I see it.  

 

The biggies: 

The bed isn’t made:  We would not consider staying in a room if the door swung open to a bed that was crumpled from where another human slept. If there were dirty towels in the bathroom? No.  Those are things we are not expected to compromise on. 

 

The smalls: 

What if the hotel room was a little dirty?  Everything was clean except the toilet wasn’t flushed?  Yucky but we can flush, as we do in public restrooms, and the problem is seemingly gone.  What if the trash had not been pulled?  

 

The day after finds:  

This is a special surprise. It’s a nice enough hotel. I slept good. I felt safe. I watched some TV and went to sleep without issue. I woke and showered with clean towels. However, when I opened the coffee maker I gagged. Not only was it not clean but it was a carpet of mold growing on a bed of coffee grounds. 

 

Thatguyilivewith and I recently stayed in an extended stay hotel in Tampa that was beyond what I considered acceptable.  The king size bed had queen size linens, the dishwasher was full of dirty dishes, the shower was moldy, and there was a booger on the couch.  Additionally, there were no clothes hangers in the closet and apparently no forks, clean or otherwise in the building.  We checked out early and I took my-hotel-snob-self down the road to a brand name hotel that I know and trust.   

 

Could we use the same hotel cleanliness scale to evaluate our own lives? I will use the term obstacles but these could be anything from sin to bad habits.  Do I have big obstacles like an unmade bed that I just ignore?  Do I have obstacles that are just inconvenient that I have learned to tolerate?  It is a personal reflection that sometimes only you can see.  The big heavy hotel room door is slammed shut, the peep hole only sees out, and you are there looking around the room: what do you see?