Thursday, March 02, 2006

Maid in Man-underwear.

Hotel living can be trying when done in long stretches; and over the last three months, I've done my share of it.
It's not that I'm crazy about making my own bed--it's not that at all! I just always feel like I'm being watched and graded. What kind of underwear does he have in his suitcase? What kind of books does he read? Is he this big a slob at home?
I have to tidy up my room and fold my towels before I leave just so the maid doesn't think I'm a piglet.

My mother used to make the bed before we left hotel rooms for the day--little did she know, that's the worst thing you can do to a maid.

Unless your twin brother C is visiting you, and when he leaves the room to let you take a nap, flips the "Please Make Up" sign on the door.

The scene:
Me, lying on top of the duvet in my underpants, mouth hanging open, dead asleep 32 minutes after playing host to my family in an Edmonton room.

I was startled awake by the feeling that someone was in my room, watching me sleep.
I was right. Some poor middle-aged maid was gaping at me, eyes like saucers--neither of us had expected to find the other, and certainly not in this condition.
She fled.
Then later slid a note under my door asking if I would kindly leave a note outside my door telling her when it was okay to come back. I didn't realise how uncomfortable the situation was until I left later that day to shoot some scenes for Decoys:Rebirth, and noticed that the tag on the door had invited the poor maid to her fate.

M- "Yeah. The guy in room 1208 is a total pervert. He was even waiting on the bed for me! In his underpants!! Pretending to sleep!!!"

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ah-ha! Now I know which of you is the evil twin. If I weren't married, I might have to track your brother down and jump him. He sounds like just my type. :-D

Lilly

The Mincemeat Vixen said...

I'm pretty sure those maids walk in on scenes like that more than they care to admit.

Dead Robot said...

I use to work as a bellhop in a divey Kitchener hotel. I never got to see anything like that.

Weirdly enough I would see more things that would burn my eyebrows off when I moved up to night manager.

armchair said...

Mmm... B. In his underpants. Sleeping like a little baby Jesus.

Boy, that takes me back.

B said...

It sure does Armchair. All that's missing is a hairy, 6'+ man with a pony tail dry humping me awake and then it would be total recall.

Perv-o.