And because I am a TOTAL IDIOT this morning at 6 am (because the handsome husband did not want to drink SUPER CRAPPY hotel coffee) I went down to the Starbucks to buy him a latte (and me a tea. Don’t worry it was FREE!).
And since I didn’t bring my hotel key or my cell phone for that matter, I knocked on the door. Then I knocked again. Then I started kicking the door, because OMG I just crawled out of bed, put sunglasses on and went to the lobby to get him a stinkin’ latte. The least he could do is open the frickin’ door. FINALLY the door opened and behind it was a 5 foot tall confused Indian woman in her pajamas whispering a meek “Yes?”
HOLE.LEE.CRAP. Wrong floor. I think I might have peed on myself.